making the call… I knew they were running.
Staring at the rainy sky, I blinked at the moisture in my eyes.
And then nothing.
When I woke up in a hospital room, I pulled the IV out and found my clothes in a bag near the wall. Police would have swarmed the room in 2012, but not here, not in 1977.
When I found my wallet intact, I took a cab to the fountain, constantly keeping my eyes open for Troy.
He was gone.
Thrusting my arm into the water, I almost expected it to work.
I expected to be back in Russia, only hundreds of miles from her… not lost in another time, so very far from her arms.
The rain picked up, and I sat at the edge of the fountain, even as passersby stared at me, confused. Logan had come through. He’d made the call, and a half a million dollars had been transferred, along with a debt that was owed to me… paid.
Untraceable.
The fountain had been bombed. By me.
I wondered how many people had died for me to destroy my only path back to Roam... back to her bright smile, her warm body… and a child I may have left behind.
I opened my wallet and counted my money. Three hundred dollars.
Standing, I spied a gas station on the corner. I bought a pack of Camels and matches.
The rain began to dissipate, and I lifted my eyes to the sky.
I love you, Roam.
ROAM SERIES
ROAM
FALL
RISE
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