Evan’s suspicion sharpened. Calder’s timing, his warnings, and his strange certainty—none of it made sense. Did Calder know the men? Or did the men know Calder? Evan’s chest tightened with the horrible realization that he might be caught between two opposing factions without ever knowing the whole picture.
Evan asked again for the truth, voice shaking. “Why are they looking for me?” Calder didn’t answer directly. “They need you gone for a few hours,” he whispered. “Just long enough.” Long enough for what? Calder refused to elaborate. His evasiveness made Evan’s pulse hammer.