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speed down to keep from slipping off the road, but didn’t slow it by much, she had to get out of here.
    A few moments later she was on the highway and bound for Houston. She had to get lost in the humanity. Get off the highway and find some rest.
    And food.
    And . . .
    She looked at her hands. There was blood on them and splatters on her clothing. She’d have to change. She’d have to do all of this without being noticed.

Chapter 12
     
    Finn
     
    Finn drove a little above the speed limit, though he wanted to drive the car as if he’d stolen it. He’d waited for Kal to email him back. He’d waited patiently because he had quite a way to go before he arrived in Houston, but now he’d traveled even more hours and was close, and he was impatient. He was in no way interested in waiting. He would call the cell phone number he had for Kal. He didn’t know if he could answer it when he was on Kormia, he didn’t know how this technology stuff worked, but if he couldn’t get through by call, he’d send Kal as many emails as he possible. While he did that, he’d figure out a way to contact Kal’s father. As a Governor-Select he would be able to help him out. The only problem was figuring out how to contact him.
    He pressed on Kal’s contact, dialed out. The phone rang. This was a good sign, because if it had gone straight to voicemail . . .
    Finn didn’t want to entertain that thought.
    “Finn.” It was Kal’s voice.
    “Marissa’s been kidnapped. Merck has her.”
    “I know.”
    “She’s alive—wait—what do you mean you know? What do you know? What is going on?”
    “Merck’s partner contacted us. Said that Merck called him and told him he had Marissa.”
    “Why do they have her? Is she okay? What do they plan for her?”
    “Wait. There’s more. She killed Merck and escaped, before his partner arrived.”
    Finn breathed a sigh of relief, then disbelie f took over. “Marissa’s not the type to kill anyone. Anyway, how could she kill an Asazi trained soldier?”
    “That’s a good question. When Merck’s partner arrived on the scene, his throat had been cut, the car was gone. Merck was dead. She’s wanted now. For murder.”
    “What is that supposed to mean? She’s not on Kormia. Why did they want to bring her in anyway?”
    “I have not seen the first set of orders calling for her to be brought in , but I did see the ones accusing her of murder and calling for her to be detained and held for transfer.”
    “Where is she now?”
    “No one knows.”
    “She better not be hurt. They better not hurt her.”

Chapter 13
     
    Marissa
     
    Marissa drove a good hour before she decided she better change her clothes, in case someone saw her. She found an isolated rest stop, grabbed a change from the duffel bag, waited until all the other cars had pulled out and ran into the restroom. She changed, washed her hands, stuffed the clothing in the barrel trashcan just outside the door and used a stick to push them under some fast food bags and water bottles and other trash. She went back inside and washed her face with the tepid, swamp-smelling water.
    Now what? She had to contact Finn. She dug in her purse, no phone.
    She scoured the front seat of the Asazi soldier’s car. No phone. Could he have pocketed it? She tried to remember, but couldn’t recall for sure. Of course he had. She should stop and call Finn from a payphone. Did payphones even exist anymore? She hadn’t seen one in years.
    The one thing she wanted to do , she still hadn’t done. She would visit Dad. It may or may not yield any clarity or solution, but right about now, her soul needed healing more than her mind needed answers.
     
    *~*~*
     
    Two hours later, she was pulling into the cemetery parking lot. It felt as if a weight had been lifted. In all the times she’d been here, and there were plenty, she’d never run into anyone here. She felt completely safe in this tiny cemetery full of German immigrants from more than a century ago.