Gabriel passed JD the phone he’d stolen. JD dialed Kian, then put the phone on speaker. “It’s us. We’re all okay.”

Kian gave a long groan of relief. “What the feck happened in Siberia? They’re saying you killed seven people!”

“We didn’t kill anyone,” said JD. “This is Becker, he’s framed us so the police will hunt us down for him.”

“Yeah, well, it’s working,” said Kian. “You just made the top of Interpol’s most-wanted list.”

We all looked at each other. This was real. We were fugitives.

“We’ll call you when we figure something out,” said JD.

“Be safe,” Kian told us.

JD hung up and tossed the phone out of the window. We drove in silence for a moment until I quietly asked, “Where should I head?”

JD turned to me and shook his head. I don’t know. Then he glanced in the rear view mirror. I followed his gaze to Erin, who was in the rear seat, looking ridiculously small between Cal and Colton. I wished I could let him know that I was terrified for her, too. “Alright, options?” he asked.

“We can’t get a commercial flight,” said Bradan. “They’ll have the airports locked down. They know our faces.”

“Can’t charter a plane for the same reason,” said Gina.

“What about one of your buddies?” Colton asked, turning to Gabriel. “Smuggle us back to the US, the same way we got back to Latvia.”

“When I bribed the guy to fly us back to Latvia, no one was looking for us. The Germans must have started the manhunt while we were in the air. We’re too hot for any smuggler to touch, now,” said Gabriel.

“It’s worse than that,” muttered JD. We all looked at him. “Even if we did make it back to the US…what then? As soon as we show our faces, they’ll extradite us to Germany and we’ll go to jail for seven murders.”

We all went quiet as it sunk in. We couldn’t go home. Ever.

We drove for another ten miles in brooding silence. Then Gabriel suddenly said, “Becker.”

Everyone turned to look at him. He had that look in his eyes: you could almost see the cogs spinning as that scarily sharp mind came up with a plan.

“Becker’s involved in something shady. We got in the middle of it when we saw him buy that file in Berlin and kill the seller. That’s why he took JD prisoner, he was going to interrogate him to find out what he knew. And that’s why he’s framed us, he wants us discredited in case we tell anyone that he’s dirty. No one’s going to believe a bunch of fugitives. The only way out of this is to find out what Becker’s up to and expose him.” He looked at us one by one. “We have to go to Berlin.”

Colton stared at him. “You want to go to Germany? You realize it’s the Germans who are after us, right?”