My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1303

Tristan snapped the bikes into place as he spoke. "This time is different. We have his exact location, and we need the extra muscle. Plus, it's just a phone call—Benjamin won't intercept it. Just tell the cops to play it smart. I'll keep you updated, and we'll adapt on the fly."

Elizabeth was sharp. She grasped the plan instantly and nodded. "Got it. Go, I'm heading back now. Watch your backs out there."

Tristan nodded. He and the three men hauled the bikes to the edge of the highway, slipped on their night vision goggles, and pedaled off into the darkness.

Wasting no time, Elizabeth threw the SUV into drive and sped away.

The three separate groups were now converging at nearly identical speeds.

The ride was rough. Emily sat blindfolded, her hands and feet bound, wedged tightly between two men in the back seat.

Andrew was forced into the row right in front of her, similarly sandwiched between two guards.

Benjamin rode shotgun, his senses on high alert as he monitored their surroundings while keeping a close ear on his two prisoners.

Trapped shoulder-to-shoulder with her captors, Emily didn't dare make a move.

After what felt like an eternity, the convoy finally ground to a halt.

Emily and Andrew were shoved out of the vehicles, the blindfolds ripped from their faces.

Looming before them was The Forest Cabin, hidden deep in the woods.

Benjamin stepped up behind them. "Get inside. No need to stand out in the cold."

Emily knew with absolute certainty that once they crossed that threshold, they were never getting out.

Now was the only window to make a run for it.

Because they had to walk, Benjamin had ordered her ankles untied, leaving only the bindings on her wrists. The second they stepped inside, she'd be tied up all over again.

This was the most mobility she was going to get.

It was the dead of night. Beyond the weak glow spilling from the cabin, the forest was pitched in total blackness. If she could just reach the tree line, tracking her would be nearly impossible.

She turned her head and shot Andrew a loaded glance.

Andrew arched an eyebrow. It was hard to tell if he caught her drift.

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