“Can you think of anyone who would take us in? Keep quiet? Do you trust anyone?” Casey asks. “Casey, even if I did trust any of them—which I don’t—there’s not a single person who wouldn’t turn me in for a million dollars.” “Your parents?” I ask, and by the way Cameron’s mouth twists, I quickly realize that was the wrong thing to say. “Don’t think of people,” Cameron says. “They’re unpredictable.” He looks at me quickly, like it’s a bad thing. “Don’t lump all humanity into the category of Ella,” Casey says, ignoring him. But Cameron gives her a look. He leans his head back on the seat cushion. “The way to stay hidden is to not go anywhere you’d be expected. And to keep moving. Which means don’t think. Tell me, what do we need?” “Internet access,” Casey says without hesitation. “Who’s Ella?” I ask. “Ex-girlfriend. Spawn of Satan,” Casey says, but Cameron makes no indication that he’s heard either of us. “We also need food,”
