Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. “When did they leave?”

“Not long ago!” Henry’s answer sprung at the tail-end of his question. “About three or four days ago.”

Three or four days ago? Meaning they had left the eastern Surstate and came straight to the west side. It was also the one blindspot of their manhunt.

Brendan wished he could kick himself for this mistake. A part of him was mocking himself—oh, what lengths his darling Deirdre would not go to if it meant escaping him!

How were they suppo