Broken Birds, Part 3, Bonding
Part 3 Bonding They huddled together. Four frightened women squeezed into the back seat of an armored Escalade, watching the sunrise. Their second move in two weeks. None knew why. They knew not to ask. The Escalade was one of five cars in the convoy. Another car scouted ahead and one lagged behind, taking no chances along a pre-planned route that had few traffic cameras. Tim suspected that it had been an ATM camera that had led to the discovery of their first hideout and a traffic camera that led to the discovery of the second. The hunters were very good. A light haired, fragile looking young girl sat behind the passenger “shot gun” seat, her head resting on the window, a sad, faraway look on her face. A ball cap hid most of her …