She sent the video. Grim forwarded it to his federal contact before he was even fully out the door with three words in the message.
"Laughlin. Right now."
He called Marco.
"Listen to me carefully," Grim said. And something in his voice made Marco go completely silent on the other end.
The kind of silence that means I am listening with everything I have. Clay knows where you are.
He left Wikieup 20 minutes ago. He has people with him.
You need to move Sarah and the kids right now. Not in five minutes.
Now. "Where?"
Marco said. Grim thought for exactly 3 seconds.
He had a map of that part of Nevada in his head, built over 30 years of riding roads that other people didn't know existed.
"Millie's sister's neighbor. Does she know anyone nearby?"
Anyone with a house? Clay wouldn't connect to any of you.
A shuffling sound. Voices in the background.
Then Millie's sister's voice. Linda direct and unflustered in the way her sister was direct and unflustered.
"My friend Carol, two streets over. I've known her since 1978."
She has nothing to do with anyone in Arizona. "Go there," Grim said.
"Walk. Don't take the car.
Go right now." He heard movement.
He heard Sarah's voice asking a question urgent and low. He heard Ethan's voice, that familiar flat calm, saying, "Let's go, Rosie.
Come on up. You go."
He heard a door and then Marco.
"We're moving." Grim was already on his bike.
Danny was beside him. Jesse standing in the diner doorway called out, "What do I do?"
Grim looked back at him.
"Stay with Millie. When the federal people call, and they will call, they have your name.
You answer every question they ask. Every one.