Her old friend from the D.C. police. What could he want? She pushed the button, flipped back her hair and put the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

Before she could say anything more, her friend’s panicked but hushed voice broke in, “He’s out, Sarah. He’s escaped. This morning. Not sure when. We have all the routes out of town covered, but he’s rich, Sarah. Run. Robert knows where you are. You’ve got some time, 3 hours at least, but go soon. Gotta go.”