Abby’s heart pounded as she pulled the tarp tighter around her shoulders, the cold wind whistling through the thin plastic as Brooks drove. The smell of oil and damp rubber clung to the air in the truck bed. Rudy huddled close beside her, his knees drawn up, his body heat doing little to chase away the biting chill that had settled deep in her bones.
“Do you think this is going to work?” he whispered, the tremor in his voice unmistakable.
She shushed him sharply, lifting her head just enough to peer over the edge of the tarp. The compound lights loomed ahead, bright and unforgiving. “Keep your voice down.”
She didn’t want anyone to notice them tucked beside the spare tire and training gear. More than that, she didn’t want to entertain his doubt. The plan was fragile, hastily stitched to
