Chapter 110: Run
After Damon made the call, Mark arrived there soon enough. He took the name plate off the car and drove here, hoping that he would not be caught by a cop. Thankfully, luck was on their side tonight.
Damon had already moved quite a distance away from the scene of the crime, and the chances of this car’s video surveillance on the streets being linked to that brutal slaughter were slim. Or at least he wanted to think so.
Damon knew it was a fool’s errand to try and hide after all of this. The only thing that he could now realistically hope for was time. In fact, ever since he broke Kate out of the hospital, he knew this day was going to come sooner or later, and now, because of these circumstances, they were here already.
They needed to run. Tonight. They needed to disappear to some corrupt third-world country where they could peacefully blend in and hide for a while at least until the damned doomsday begins.
Several thoughts crossed Damon’s mind, and several plans unfolded in quick succession, each more desperate than the last. He weighed identities, borders, cash reserves, and connections, most of which were laughably thin.
The moment he’d spilled that much blood, there was no returning to a quiet life. Not in this city. Ultimately, everything was going to change drastically. Their lives were going to become a lot more complicated now.
Someone like Hector didn’t just vanish without consequence. There’d be syndicates, maybe even politicians, digging through ashes.
Mark stopped the car and opened the trunk wordlessly. Damon helped him move the unconscious woman into the back seat, gently, like she might shatter at any sudden jolt. Her breathing was shallow but stable. She hadn’t stirred once.
"She really didn’t sell us out," Mark muttered, eyes fixed ahead.
"I know," Damon replied.
Mark gripped the wheel tighter. "I still don’t forgive her."