I did think about it. For three days.
Amara would text me every single day to ask me if I had any updates. My answer was always the same.
Finn hadn't woken up. I'd become a resident at the hospital. All the nurses knew me. I'd almost become friends with Vince, who escorted me to the safe house every night and back to the hospital every morning. We'd exchanged a few words now and then. To me, it counted.
The ECU had no idea what the hell to do. They had no lead on Haworth, as strange as that was. He'd been there—right under their noses—and they couldn't track him. I wondered if I could, if given the chance. I wondered if I could have picked up his scent after he left. Doubtful. He'd left in a car, most probably. Or he'd just disappeared into thin air like last time.
Not that I had any intention of trying.
