In theory, Justin knew how to hot-wire a car but in practice, it was a lot harder than it looked. He knew he had to take off the cover on the base of the steering wheel and attach two wires together to spark the ignition. But it didn’t always work the first time. After he’d knocked out his gorgeous fairy— folletta, he had to remember that—he’d picked her up and ran down the two-lane road that led to the environmental center of Hawk Mountain Sanctuary. Two cars sat in the lot—a thirty-year-old green Dodge Dart and a newer white Ford pickup. He chose the Dart, figuring it would have less computer hardware to contend with and its dark color would make them less of a target. And it was open. “Guess they’re not worried about anybody stealing you,” he muttered as he laid Scarlata across the huge leather backseat then opened the driver’s door and slid in. It took him five minutes to get the damn car hot-wired. Every time the engine failed to catch, he thought he heard movement in the forest.
