ARTHUR
My eyes narrowed as I stared at the street, not really seeing it.
“I don’t know how she figured that out,” I said slowly, more to myself than to him. “But she won’t get far.”
There were networks—even in Canada.
They were smaller and less organized, but they existed—groups in British Columbia, cells in Alberta, quiet sympathizers who would trade information for the right incentive or pressure. They didn’t want those freaks in their country any more than the Organization did. Though the government didn’t support their actions, they handled their own hunting season, and we appreciated and recognized the value of these groups. Where we couldn’t reach, they could.
All I needed to do was make a few calls, and they’d join the hunt for Carmen.
She wasn’t invisible—not yet anyway.
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