Chapter 107: Evan

Wednesday. FBI Holding Facility. Austin, Texas.

EVAN WAS GLAD TO see that pasta wasn't on the menu again. He could appreciate that a good lasagna checked all the boxes for what they needed in the field, but it got monotonous after days of eating one variation after another of the same dish. The Tex Mex was a welcome change.

Had Felecia ever had it before? Well, good Tex Mex.

The halls of the FBI facility were mostly empty at this hour. The majority of those working here had gone home, leaving a skeleton crew behind to man clockwork, like watching Obran. Though the FBI agents had no real idea of who and what they were involved with. As far as anyone knew their team had apprehended a wanted criminal crossing state boundaries with his kidnapped son.

It was crazy and plausible enough no one had asked further questions.

Evan slowed his pace as he rounded the corner.

He released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

The others were nowhere to be seen. He was grateful for that.