We ditched the battered SUV three towns over. It was covered in sand and dents from our cliff-diving escape.
We swapped it for a nondescript sedan—rental, cash payment, fake ID.
By the time we hit the city limits of Seattle, it was pouring rain. The kind of relentless, grey rain that washes away footprints but deepens the shadows.
"Where are we going?" I asked, watching the windshield wipers slap back and forth. "Alex didn't give us the hacker’s name before... well, before we blew up his kitchen."
Caleb reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled, grease-stained matchbook.
"He didn't give it to me," Caleb said, his eyes scanning the road. "I took it. While he was cooking bacon. I saw it on his desk next to the encrypted phone."
I looked at him, impressed. "You didn't trus
