The group gathered in the middle and ducked low to the ground, hopefully out of range of sniper fire. With a long stick, Dave drew in the dirt and gravel, laying out his plan. “It’s simple, really. We split up and hopefully whoever is following us will chase after the car they think is carrying Nicole.” “And how are we going to get them to do that?” Molly held up a bag. “With these.” She pulled out baseball caps with McGregor B and B embroidered across the front. “I’ve got tons of them and no one ever buys them.” She handed one to each of them. Then she dug into her bag again and brought out three matching jackets, all with McGregor B and B written in silk print across the back. Her lips twisted. “What can I say? It was an effort at marketing. I can’t think of anything better to use in this case.” She handed one to Emma and Nicole, keeping one for herself. Nicole shook her head.
