“No,” I said. “But we have to move. Right now.”

“Where are we going?”

“A safe place,” I said. “Put your shoes on. Don’t worry about the rest.”

I went to the closet and pulled out my small canvas duffel bag.

I had a spare set of civilian clothes, a first-aid kit, and my military-issue Sig Sauer 9mm pistol.

I checked the magazine, chambered a round, and engaged the safety.

I slid the weapon into the waistband of my trousers, pulling my jacket down to cover it.

We left through the back door of the safe house, stepping directly into the pouring rain.

The cold water soaked through my hair instantly, running down the back of my neck.

I guided Emily into the passenger seat of my rented sedan and locked her in.

I got behind the wheel, started the engine, and kept the headlights off until we cleared the gravel driveway.

The wipers slapped against the windshield, struggling to clear the heavy downpour.

“My bank accounts are frozen,” I said, keeping my eyes on the dark road ahead.

Emily turned her head toward me. “How? You’re in the Army.”