Page 24 of Fourth Point Of Contact

Maybe thirty years ago. Now they take your firstborn and hunt you down until they can throw you in debtor’s prison.

Hmm, I don’t think they do that anymore. Someone’s been watching historical romances.

Now is not the time to argue with me.

On the contrary, it’s the perfect time because you’re there and I’m out of your grasp. Logically speaking, it’s the only time that makes sense.

Piper, get back here with my shoes!

Sorry! Got a flight to catch!

A flight? Where could you possibly be going?

Escaping the man chasing me. Hence, why I can’t return your heels.

Jeanie: You’re escaping? Piper, what did you do?

Piper: It’s best if you don’t know.

*Sigh*

By the way, if you don’t ever hear from me again, could you please inform the police that James had me murdered?

Should I delete this whole conversation so they can’t use it as proof against you?

Don’t be silly. Do you know what they can do with technology nowadays?

At the airport. Wish me luck!

That you don’t die?

I flung the door of the cab open, barely tossing money through the window to the cabbie before fleeing inside. With a glance over my shoulder, I knew I hadn’t lost the demons chasing me. They were like dogs with bones. I nearly shovedan old lady over as I rushed through the doors. Thankfully, the ticket line was short, leaving me only a single customer to wait on.

I tapped my heel and kept glancing over my shoulder. They hadn’t found me yet, but it wouldn’t be long. The woman in front of me was asking the most ridiculous questions.

How long is the flight?

Will there be peanuts?

What do I do if I get air sick?

Do I have to check my luggage?

I nearly screamed in frustration when she pulled out her travel kit and started showing the man every single bottle she owned so he could check the sizes to ensure she could carry it on. With a single look over my shoulder, I knew I was out of time. I hiked my purse over my shoulder and took off through the airport. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing, but I had to lose my tail.

How the hell was I supposed to slip past security?

I spotted a girl in line no older than fifteen and sidled up to her. It was clear she wasn’t with the man in front of her, so I took my chance.

“I’ll pay you fifty dollars if you let me tell them I’m walking you to your flight.”

She eyed me curiously, then held out her hand. “A hundred.”

“That’s highway robbery!”

The glimmer in her eyes said I wasn’t going to win this round. “Do you want through or not?”

I pulled a hundred dollars and glared at her as I smacked the money into her hand. “You’d better earn this.”

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