“Get out of my van.”

“Not happening,” Rafe said. Not only was he refusing to listen to Hannah, he was actually starting to smile.

“I won’t be responsible for what Fleming’s buddies do to you when they see you messing with their boss.”

“You’re not actually planning to deliver him to his gang, are you? It’s hard for me to believe somebody like you would help a known felon break out of jail.”

Hannah set her jaw, her hands fisting the wheel. “I have to take him to them as promised or...”

“Or what?”

She chewed on her lower lip. “None of your business. Just go away. I won’t tell the authorities which way you went. I promise.”

“Suppose I stick around instead, me and my pal, Thor. It looks to us like you need some backup.”

Hannah leaned past the dog and made a face at him. “The best way to help is to vanish.” It amazed her when he chuckled. “I’m being serious here.”

“I’m sure you are, but you’re in way over your head, lady.”