Bilbao, Spain
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cton needed time to think. They had been told to drive north until they reached the coast. That hadn’t taken long, and from all appearances, they were just ahead of the roadblocks. Laura guided them into a parking lot and between two large vehicles, turning off the engine and the lights, but leaving the satellite news channel they had been listening to on, reports still pouring in about the horrors they had narrowly escaped.
And the fact the world was after them.
“What should we do?” asked Laura.
He sighed. “I don’t know. I wish we had our phones. We could call Hugh or Dylan.”
“I could go make a call.”
“What if he calls us when you’re gone?”
“Why don’t we just use his phone?”
Acton shook his head. “No, we can’t do that, it could be cloned.”
“What do you mean?”
“I read somewhere that they can actually clone your phone so that another phone will receive all the same phone calls and text messages as yours. If we did anything on this phone, they could know, and they might kill other people.”
She growled in frustration. “We have to do something. We’re innocent!”
“You and I know that, but right now the world thinks we’re guilty. We have to trust that our friends will set things straight. As soon as they find out, they’ll take action.”
“And in the meantime?”
He blew air through his lips, causing them to vibrate. “In the meantime, we have to make sure we don’t get anyone else killed and do exactly as we’re told.”
“What do you think he’s going to have us do?”
“He’s going to have us deliver that Bible into his hands, or the hands of someone that works for him. And we’re going to have to make sure that happens without getting caught or shot, or getting anyone else killed.”
Laura stared at him. “You realize what that means, don’t you? It means that we’re going to prove to the world that we’re guilty of mass murder.”
He frowned. “You’re right, but I don’t see that we have any other choice.”
“Our lives could be destroyed.”
“We’re innocent.”
“The Internet never forgets.”
He threw his head back against the seat. “God, I hate that damned thing.”
“You and me both.” She sighed. “You’re right. We have to do what they say, and hope our friends can save us before it’s too late.”
