They were leaving the relative safety of their isolated hideout. She couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. “Wouldn’t I be safer hiding out here?” “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Resigned, she headed toward the stairs. “I’ll get my stuff.” “Good idea. I don’t know that we’ll be able to return for it.” About five minutes later, she descended the stairs with her duffel. Wilson waited for her at the bottom of the steps. He’d changed into his hunter green uniform, complete with holster and gun. Keys jingled from one hand. The other clutched an aqua and black baseball cap. “I’m ready if you are.” He handed her the cap, which she recognized as an NFL-licensed Jacksonville Jaguars cap. “Wear this. It’s not much of a disguise, but it’s better than nothing.” She adjusted the strap to tighten the fit, then put it on. “Good thinking.” “Let’s go out the back.” The rain had stopped, but water dripped from every tree limb. She followed Wilson around the back of the house toward the carport.
