The Forgotten Luna
And he knew Julian’s obsession would only destroy Evelyn in the end.
Slowly, Thomas reached into his tactical vest and pulled out a small, black GPS tracker, dropping it into the dirt and crushing it beneath his heavy boot.
"The perimeter sensors on the outer road will be down for maintenance for exactly twenty minutes," Thomas said, his voice flat as if he were reciting a standard report. "If a vehicle happens to pick you up on Route 9, I won't have any record of it."
Evelyn felt a massive wave of relief wash over her. "Thank you, Thomas."