“Leo’s got a guy in the county database,” Adrian said. “He flagged the name. He found the address of the clinic, then tracked the car I used to pick you up.”

He looked at me, his eyes full of pain.

“It’s my fault,” I said, tears freezing on my cheeks. “I didn’t think.”

“No,” he said, taking my face in his hands. “It’s my life that did this to you. I should have kept you further away.”

He looked back toward the woods, where flashlight beams were already cutting through the trees at the bottom of the hill.

“They won’t stop, Claire,” he said. “Leo can’t let me live, and he can’t let you live to talk to the feds.”

“What are we going to do?” I asked, looking toward the distant lights of the highway.

“We need a way out that Leo can’t touch,” he said.

He looked at the phone in his hand.

“Miller,” I said.

“He’s been trying to put me away for ten years,” Adrian said. “But he’s clean. He doesn’t take Leo’s money.”

“If you call him, you’re giving up,” I said.