Eleanor opened the door as quietly as she could and slid out. Her knees complained immediately. She ignored them. Together, they moved into the tree line and kept low, stepping only when the men stepped, using trunks and shadows like cover.
Marcus and the masked man carried Rex around the side of the villa toward a barn-like outbuilding tucked against the woods. No lights outside. No sign. Just a wide door that opened into a dim warmth. They went in.