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for good measure. We’ll hide our faces well as we leave this afternoon.”
    Gideon crosses to the window and yanks the curtain closed, blocking most of the horrible wind whistling through the broken panes. “So pack up, clean up, and be ready by three this afternoon.”
    “Plan B?” Ally asks before throwing back the last of her coffee.
    “If we aren’t back by four, you should leave the hotel. Hide your face as best as you can and leave out the side exit by the pool rather than the front, in case there is trouble. Walk ten blocks east to the subway and take it five stops to the bus station. Buy three tickets for Albuquerque, but get off in Oklahoma City. Travel to New Orleans from there.”
    I need to remember to pack Winston’s super fake service dog vest if it comes to that. How Gideon managed to find a vest in the first place that fit the obese pug is beyond me. But already it has proven helpful in getting the pug into all the places we would have otherwise been denied. Hotels, stores, buses, and so on. I keep expecting Gideon or Rachel or anyone to say enough is enough! Leave the damn dog! But everyone has been really good about it. It makes me love them a little more.
    “I suppose Gloria will see us coming,” Ally says, crossing to the sink. She turns on the tap to rinse her mug. “And we’re to assume you’re dead?”
    “Exactly.” He leans against the kitchen door frame. “Or captured.”
    “And while we wait, what should we do? Our nails?” I snort.
    “Eat and pack. You can order room service, but don’t answer the door. Tell them you’re not dressed if they insist. Also, I would use this time wisely to check in with friends.”
    My laugh is real this time. “What friends do I have that aren’t here?”
    Gideon gives me a pointed look and I blink at him. “Your fine feathered friend?”
    “Gabriel?” I snort with surprise. “I haven’t seen Gabriel since…well, since Rachel and Maisie have been here.”
    “Rachel will be with me and you can send Maisie out for a walk.”
    Maisie’s bedroom door flies open. “Finally! Let’s get out of here Winnie.” I give the girl a suspicious stare. How much of our conversation did she overhear?
    “I’ll go with her.” Ally stands and stretches. “I’ll bundle up too.”
    “Great.” Gideon claps his hands. “Keep it short. No more than 15-20 minutes outside.”
    Maisie gives Gideon her usual do-I-look-like-a-moron glare. She is very fond of giving him that look.
    The bathroom door swings open and Rachel steps out, looking better than she did when she went in. Her hair is wet and her eyes are a little puffy, but otherwise, she looks like a presentable young woman. Lucky for her, her darker skin is better at hiding dark circles than mine would be.
    “Breakfast,” she says to Gideon. “Now.”
    “Your hair is wet.”
    She takes one of Gideon’s scarves and wraps it around her face twice, it’s so long. As if in reply to his wet hair comment, she tugs a hat down over her head and yanks on each boot. When she finishes, she gives him a glare, not very intimidating since two tiny slits is really all we can see of her.
    Gideon grabs his leather coat off the hook. “All right, off we go. Remember what I said ladies. Only fifteen minutes out. Don’t open the door for anyone.”
    Rachel gives us one stiff wave, which could have easily been a middle finger in that bulky mitten of hers, and disappears. The door clicks shut behind them.
    “Why does he get to boss us around?” Maisie sulks. “Just because he’s a dude doesn’t make him the boss.”
    “No,” Ally agrees. “But he does have the money and the technology.”
    “Who cares about money? He doesn’t have superpowers.”
    “Shall we get that walk out of the way?” Ally places her empty coffee mug on the table and crosses to the remaining pile of coats.
    Maisie slips on her coat and then slaps her thighs to encourage the sluggish pug. “Come on Winnie Pug. Wanna go for a