Run - Chapter 32: Traces (Fb MmF ped b1st inc anal dp creampie brother/sister)

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Chapter 32: Traces

Holly had come back to her typical self after Gene had taken her in the submersible. He laughed to himself to think he had essentially fucked her back to normal. The nineteen-year old did have a strong association between sex and normalcy. It seemed to be the way she rebooted, almost like smoking a cigarette served some as a break which allowed refocusing. Whatever it was, she was once more in charge of herself and the team.

They waited quietly along the edge of the airport fence while Marisa scouted for a plane inside. They had landed the submersible along the eastern edge of the island of Santiago in Cape Verde. Bendal had entered an automated course for the craft and set it off to hopefully lead any followers on a chase south through the Atlantic Ocean.

“Who's going to fly it if we find a plane?” Gene whispered to Holly as they crouched and sipped on water.

“Marisa and Bendal can fly. I can in a pinch, but I'm better with a stick in my hands.”

Gene looked at her a moment, “oh. Helicopter. I thought you meant--”

“You perv. Though I am pretty good with your stick in my hands...” Her fingers teased along the edge of his inner thigh before retreating. “Wish we had time for a shower. Not feeling all that clean right now. Smelling a bit rank, don't you think?”

“That makes two of us. Comes with the territory, I suppose.”

Holly laughed. “Sometimes it does, Gene. Sometimes you just gotta get your stick dirty, right?”

“Hmm.”

Gene saw a red dot appear from a few hundred meters away, then it stuttered out a series of on-off flashes.

“Marisa's got one. Follow me.” Holly led the way as Gene followed Silver and Bendal along the fence and under where Marisa had cut a small opening near the bottom. They crept silently in the last hour before dawn and met the short, brown-haired woman behind a small hanger. Gene leaned in.

“Got a Gulfstream G350ER scoped out. It's fueled up and ready to go. Super nice fucker, really. Has the range we need to get to Germany. It's fast and comfortable. All we gotta do is get off the ground and stay out of anyone's notice. We'll show up on radar, of course, but right now, the skies are already fucked and filled with planes scattering everywhere. We'll just be one more blip, I hope.”

Holly nodded. “Lead the way. I want off this island fast.”

Marisa motioned them to follow and soon had them inside the hanger where three jets sat silent and dark. The Gulfstream was near the hangar door, and Marisa led the way inside, climbing into the pilot's seat, Bendal immediately beside her. Silver climbed up and Gene followed, settling into the overstuffed leather seats in the cabin. Holly sat on his lap.

“Don't think that's takeoff position, Holly.”

“Oh, I dunno. I sit on you and something sure is taking off in your pants.” She purred and ran her hands along his thigh. “Once we're airborne, I wanna shower. Maybe you and me can pick up where we left off...”

Gene had to grin despite his nerves as the first engine fired up. “We'll see.”

“Who knows, maybe Silver here can pull his head out of the wires long enough to stick his dick in a girl for a change.”

“I have other priorities, Holly,” Silver replied, sounding distracted. “Still trying to piece together some things...”

“I love that about you, Hi-Ho. You are the best at what you do, won't even let a fresh, willing pussy keep you from your goals.” She stood and settled onto Silver's lap a moment.

“No offense, Holly, but 'fresh' isn't exactly what I'm smelling right now...”

Holly laughed. “True, true.” She called forward to the cockpit, “let's get this bird airborne, I need to wash my pussy so Silver will let me pop his cherry!”

Silver groaned.

The plane rolled forward smoothly and slowly taxied in the dark to the end of the runway. Despite the airport being international, it showed no activity just before dawn. Gene didn't know if that was due to local conditions or the global war. Either way, he felt much better when the plane picked up speed and rose smoothly into the air, soon racing along at three-quarters the speed of sound as the sun rose over the eastern horizon.

- - -

When Lauren woke in the early morning, she had no confusion about who was sleeping next to her this time. She smiled as she felt her brother Logan's breath on her back, his body only inches from hers. A small tingle ran through her body as memories of her evening with Juliana made her feel warm and wonderful. The woman had tasted so good, and she loved the way her pussy had drooled into her mouth.

Lauren was horny, as usual. She imagined what Logan and Juliana had done the day before, how the boy had cum in her mouth and eaten her pussy. Juliana had told her on the walk back to the house that she'd not let him fuck her, that instead, she thought that Lauren might want that special first time with her brother.

Lauren wanted exactly that.

She reached behind her and stroked Logan's arm, felt the warm, smooth skin of his stomach as he slept nude. “Logan...” she said gently. “Logan... wake up...”

“Mmm... hmmm?”

“Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Mmm... uh-hmm...”

“Wanna get closer and snuggle with me?”

She felt him twitch a bit and seconds later the boy had his body pressed against hers, his penis hard and resting along the crack of her ass.

“Logan... do you want to do it?”

“Like before?”

“No... I mean... 'do it.' For real... your first time...”

“Yeah, yeah... yeah!” his voice went from sleepy to excited in an instant.

“Ok... let's do it soft and gentle, ok?”

“Uh... yeah... ok... uh... what should I do?” the boy asked innocently.

“Well... usually you need to make sure a girl is wet down there, you know? So why don't you use your fingers to see if my pussy is ready for you?”

“Ok...”

She felt his hand slide over her ass and down between her legs as his hips pulled back a little. It was exciting, feeling her youngest brother's inexperienced fingers slipping into her slit, tickling her pubes as they found her swollen labia already wet and slick. “Mmm... yes, just touch it gently. Am I wet there?”

“Y-yes... nice...”

“Yes, nice. I like when you touch me there... mmm... ok, so I'm wet and ready for you. Do you want to put it inside me now?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Slide your body next to mine, like how you did before. I'll guide you to the spot. That's it.” Logan's body moved along hers, his penis slipping down her ass crack to rest along the edge of her thigh. Lauren felt herself growing very wet.

- - -

Logan was tingling, felt ready to cum already and he'd only just barely touched his sister's pussy with his little cock. Her hand slid back and gently grasped his shaft, stroking it slowly. Lauren moved her hips and he felt his penis against touching hot flesh. “Ok, Logan,” she breathed, “I'm sliding it inside me...”

Hot, slick fire burned so beautiful down his little shaft as the velvet folds of his sister's pussy took his cock inside. Logan groaned as the pleasure became euphoric.

- - -

Logan's inside my pussy! “Oh... yea... hold it there a moment... I want to enjoy you like this...” Lauren felt his little penis nestled just inside her vagina. He wasn't long enough to penetrate her deeply, but it felt wonderful and hot inside her body. She could feel his hips writhing on their own, knew her brother was not going to last long like this. “Ok... now, move your hips against me, then out a bit, keep it inside me... yes... that's it... oh, Logan...”

- - -

Logan slowly humped his sister's body, his penis covered in her slick juices, precum bubbling freely from the tip of his cock. She moaned with each short movement, and he grew closer and closer to letting go. Logan groaned, felt himself swelling, Lauren's slippery vagina and her coarse pubic hairs bringing the boy quickly to orgasm.

“Ohh.... oohhh... yess.....” he breathed as semen flowed from his penis and flooded his sister's pussy.

- - -

Warmth spread through her vagina, wetness filling her quickly. My brother is cumming inside me! “Oh, Logan... cum in me... oh, yes... fill me with your cum... oh... yes... cum in me Logan.” Several long, hot spurts of her brother's jism splashed into her opening. He wasn't deep enough to keep it from flowing back out, and Lauren could feel the sticky globes of incestuous sperm sliding over her labia and coating her thigh.

- - -

It was the best moment of Logan's life. Nothing topped it. Not cumming in Juliana's mouth, or in Hannah's, not even in his sister's mouth. Shooting his cum in Lauren's pussy was better than great. He pulsed with energy as the last of his seed leaked out and soaked in her swollen cunt. He stayed hard, throbbed. His hips started moving on their own, and in moments, he was slowly churning his first load as he built towards a second.

- - -

Lauren smiled. Logan hadn't gotten soft after cumming inside her body, and she could feel him growing bolder with each stroke. What had started as slow, gentle strokes were now becoming more insistent. It let him get a bit deeper, his pubic hairs pressed hard against her ass checks as he tried to penetrate her hole more firmly.

Lauren slipped her hand between her thighs and quickly twirled her hard fifteen-year old clit. When she felt warm, wetness again spreading inside her vagina, she climaxed around her brother's spasming cock. “Oh... Logan... cumming... oh, fill me again... fill me again... cum in me, Logan... oooohhhh...” Her orgasm sent shudders through her body, her clenching cunt forcing out her brother's small cock as it fired the last squirt of semen against her anus.

They panted together silently a moment before Lauren turned over and pulled Logan to her chest. She held him there a moment, then felt his lips slide over one of her nipples, traces of Logan's cum still leaking from her vagina. She smiled as she slowly rocked him and took joy in the wonderful, gentle pleasure of being her brother's first.

- - -

Tamara had an amazing dream. Her body was warm and being touched by an unknown number of others. Hands moved over her flesh. Men's hands. Women's hands. She didn't know. They touched her in sensative places, in private places. They made her wet, they made her orgasm. She couldn't open her eyes to see them. Instead, she was forced to feel each touch, each movement as if it encompassed all her senses. It was overwhelming.

She woke from that dream to movement behind her. Her eyes blinked open to see that she had turned in the night to face Erol. She felt full, aroused, and realized slowly that Hannigan had pulled down her pants and was slowly fucking her pussy. She ran a hand back to him to let him know she was enjoying it, caressing his thigh and moaning softly. She wondered only briefly what Erol would think if he awoke.

The teen slept at that moment and she closed her eyes again, enough of the dream still there to enjoy the sensation of unknown hands on her body. Hannigan moved slowly, carefully fucking her in the hour before dawn. He had raised up onto on elbow and was kissing her neck as his hard cock slid in and out of her slick, hairy pussy.

Tamara opened her eyes again to see Erol staring back at her. The teen's face was unreadable. He knew what they were doing. She was suddenly aware that the teen's penis was hard and pressing against her thigh. Tamara was not awake enough to worry about consequences or sensibilities. Instead, she kissed the teen deeply, and he returned the passion.

Her hand slid down to stroke his hard dick, a smear of precum on her thigh. She looked back at Hannigan briefly, saw that he was watching carefully, his movements steady and unrushed. Tamara moaned, excited, as aroused as she'd ever been.

Hannigan surprised her by slowly pulling his cock out of her pussy, then whispered into her ear, “ride him.”

She looked back at Erol and kissed him again, rolling him onto his back. She moved under the blankets to straddle the boy's body. Erol's hard penis pressed quickly between her labia and Tamara moaned as she started to fuck the teen. His face was a mask of pleasure and, perhaps, love. She felt rather than saw Hannigan move behind her. It took a moment to understand what he was going to do.

Tamara almost stopped him. She hadn't exactly prepared to take him back there, knew she hadn't showered in some time. His fingers ran saliva over her anus and pushed inside, Erol's penis slipping in and out of her vagina just below. Tamara leaned forward over the teen and kissed him again, opening her tightest hole the best she could while keeping Erol inside her cunt.

Hannigan managed to keep the blankets over them as he crouched behind Tamara. She felt hot flesh press against her asshole, and in seconds, she had her breath taken away as the head of Hannigan's cock slid inside her butt. Erol's cock jumped in her pussy, and she wondered what might be going through the mind of a horny teen who was attracted to both men and women, his penis buried in Tamara's cunt, Hannigan's cock just an inch away in her ass.

Hannigan gave her a moment to relax, and Tamara started to move again, riding Erol gently while keeping the cock in her asshole from slipping out. Hannigan pushed in steadily, and Tamara sucked in her breath.

For a long moment, they all held still. She felt Erol's cock throbbing in one hole, Hannigan's pulsing in her other. She felt more full than ever before.

Tamara's climax came from nowhere. Neither man moved, and her hips were still when her body flushed and shuddered, her holes gripping the penises inside, clasping. She cried out as quietly as possible, Erol's eyes watching her as she came.

Hannigan began to move first, sliding his hard dick in and out of her anus. Tamara moved a bit then, as well, as her orgasm subsided, her pussy drooling over Erol's dick. She wondered if Hannigan's balls were slapping against the teen's shaft. She imagined he probably enjoyed that sensation. Perhaps they both did.

Erol groaned and thrust up, warmth spreading through Tamara's cunt. The teen came slowly, quietly, filling her with his seed, his eyes closed, mouth moving slowly with each jet of semen. Tamara loved feeling the teen cum inside her, and in seconds, Hannigan's penis throbbed and swelled. He grunted and came in her bowels. She didn't feel his semen shooting inside of her, but the way he moaned and the way his cock pulsed made her shiver as a second load was squirted into her body.

They held still a moment, breathing heavily together. Tamara kissed Erol again. Hannigan pulled out of her ass slowly, and Tamara could feel his cum running down over her labia and likely over Erol's shaft and balls.

Erol was highly aroused suddenly, his cock going from half-hard to rigid in moments. Tamara wondered if feeling Hannigan's cum on his genitals had done that. Whatever it was, the teen thrust up into her again, churning the cum inside to a froth. Tamara rode him steadily to a second orgasm, the boy's ejaculate flooding her vagina and overflowing to stick in their pubic hairs.

Hannigan had stood and pulled his pants most of the way up. He left his cock out, clearly intending to wash off the traces of Tamara's ass streaking his flesh.

As Erol came down from his second orgasm, Tamara rose off him and forced her weak, trembling legs to stand straight. Semen rushed from her holes as she did, coating Erol's stomach and balls. The boy's cock throbbed again and threatened to rise a third time.

Hannigan leaned down close to Erol, said, “enjoyed sharing that with you both... really enjoyed that...” He glanced down a moment to where pools of cum, both his and Erols, had settled on the teen's stomach, in his pubic hairs, over his genitals, and Tamara thought for one moment the man might offer to clean up the mess. Instead, it was over in a second when Hannigan stood up again, said, “we need to clean up and get moving. Long way to go, still.”

He kissed Tamara briefly, and walked off towards the stream in the cold air at dawn. Tamara looked at Erol and smiled. “I enjoyed sharing that too...”

The teen could only smile and nod.

- - -

“I'm not a virgin no matter what Holly says,” Silver said rather casually. “She's tried to seduce me a few times, but that woman's timing is just off.”

Gene laughed. “So I noticed. She can be... pretty convincing, though.”

“Perhaps so. Still, when I'm working on something, I'm not easily distracted. Holly is just... one big distraction sometimes. Thankfully I haven't had to be around her too much, it might get... complicated.”

“Complicated?”

“I... I got to know her sister pretty well a couple of years back... don't need to make things difficult by sleeping with Holly, too...”

Gene stifled another laugh, didn't say how unusual the sisters' relationship truly was. “Yeah... complicated.”

Holly slipped out of the small shower stall in the back of the plane completely nude, a big grin on her face. “Ahh... all clean, finally. Clean enough to get dirty again... Which of you wants to do me now?”

Gene raised an eyebrow, couldn't help notice that Holly had found a razor somewhere and once more had a baby-smooth vulva that was bare and glistening. “I'm sore, Holly, sorry. And I think Silver here is... uh... got something else to do right now.”

Holly pouted. “You're no fun. All we have to do right now is sit and relax and neither of you wants to fuck me?”

“Want? Yes. But like I said, I'm sore. Besides, I need to shower, too.”

Gene stood and walked past Holly towards the rear. She smacked his ass hard and giggled. “Fine, Gene. Fine. Get clean and wash me off of you. You know you loved it.”

He smiled and leaned towards her to kiss her cheek. He said quietly. “You know I did. But I am sore. See?” He pulled out his cock and showed her the angry red spots that had formed from fucking the nineteen-year old's raw, tight dirty ass hours before. “You did that. Not complaining, but I don't want my dick on fire when we land.”

Holly sighed, then smiled again. “I'll take that a compliment. I don't let just anyone fuck my ass Gene, and rarely more than once. You're special, you know. You can fuck my ass any time you like.” She knelt down and planted a gentle kiss on his penis. It throbbed in reply. “Hmm... alright, go get your shower and get your lovely cock away from me before I work up some more damage with my ass.”

Gene shook his head and was soon taking the best hot shower of his life.

- - -

“Have you ever... you know... thought about Georges and Hannah like that?” The question hung a moment as Lauren watched Juliana's face for a reaction. They'd gotten very intimate very quickly after the events of the day before. While the others worked on fixing a fence that had gotten broken by a limb which fell in the night's storm, Lauren and Juliana had spent time cleaning the kitchen and fixing lunch.

Lauren had told Juliana that she'd taken Logan's virginity that morning, and Juliana wanted all the details. Lauren knew the woman's pussy was as wet and swollen as her own.

She'd asked the question knowing it might shut down the conversation. It was another step in the already-taboo things they were doing, but she knew it might be one question too far.

When Juliana didn't immediately answer, Lauren filled the silence with an admission she hadn't even thought out fully. “My dad... I've thought about my dad... and... I think he's thought about me like that...”

“What?”

“We've never talked about it or done anything, but...” Lauren told her about their stay at Victor's mansion, how they'd shared a bed, how she'd caught him fucking her mom's ass, how she'd seen him pull out, how she'd given in to temptation and tasted the cum which had leaked from her mother's butthole onto the bed. How she'd felt her dad's hands touching her as he fucked her mom in the night beside her.

“Don't know for sure, but... I dunno, I'm conflicted, really. He's attractive, but... he's my dad, you know? But then... my brothers... I dunno...”

Juliana took in her words silently, then said softly. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“At first it was seeing Georges swimming nude when he was Logan's age. Maybe that's why being with Logan was such a hook for me... I saw my son's penis several times that summer. At first... it was shameful and I turned away. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I wondered what it felt like inside me, what he might feel like between my lips. What his cum might taste like on my tongue. I masturbated to fantasies of fucking him, letting him cum in me. Sometimes, when I fucked Erns, I imagined it was Georges inside of me.”

Lauren smiled, felt her pussy drooling to the imagery. “He's a wonderful lover... uh... Georges... very caring...”

Juliana smiled, “I can only imagine...”

“And Hannah?”

“Yes, her too. Only more recently. I dunno, I suppose I'd seen her naked a lot, she was always the free spirit of the two. She never wore clothes unless she had to, and until you three arrived, she wore only panties around the house any time her father was gone. I started to... notice... things... the way her hair was dark beneath the fabric... how she smelled excited when she walked by... Now that I know they are together... intimately... I can't stop wishing to join them...”

“Maybe you can...”

“I... uh... no...”

“I'm just saying... You've been with me and Logan already... and I bet if I talked to them, they'd admit they think you are sexy... Can you imagine what it might be like? To have your son inside you while your daughter spreads her legs and offers you her world?”

Juliana shivered and let out a low moan. “I... no... I mean... Maybe... I don't want to hurt them...”

“Do you think you hurt Logan?”

“I...” Juliana paused a moment. “I hope not...”

“You didn't. He's a little perv, my brother. Trust me... this morning he came in me twice in a few minutes... he was born sexual, I think. You just made him feel really good and showed him how good it can feel to make you feel good... nothing wrong with that... I think...”

Juliana shook her head. “Look at the two of us... wow, all we can think about is sex... not just any sex... incestuous sex... I get why people think it is wrong, but... I do want that, Lauren... Maybe it's just a fantasy, something I can enjoy in my head... maybe share it with you, you know... but... I do want that experience...”

Lauren smiled. “I'll... talk to them...” She saw Juliana start to protest. “I won't tell them anything. Promise, our secrets, ok? I'll just... open up to them about my dad... and mom... maybe that will get them thinking, see what they tell me about you... Who knows... anything might happen...”

“Please... be careful. They are my children... I don't want anyone harmed. I don't want Erns to ever find out, alright? We have to be very careful.”

“I will...”

Juliana looked into Lauren's eyes. “Are you as turned on as I am?”

“Definitely.”

“Join me, then.”

Lauren followed Juliana into the woman's bedroom. Just before the door shut behind them, a buzzer went off. Juliana jumped off the bed. “Shit! Someone at the gate.”

They rushed to the bank of monitors in the main level security room. “I don't recognize that car. Shit! Whoever it is has the passcode. Go find the others. Quickly! Get them into Bunker 3.”

Lauren raced off towards the pasture, her dripping pussy forgotten as fear began to grow inside her for the first time in weeks.

- - -

“It has troubled me for years,” Silver was explaining to Holly as Gene dried off with a towel. “We know the tower sent the connection request to her cell, and it got confirmation to proceed, but the call disconnected before any more information passed through. It never rang. There was no sign of anything on Holly's phone that would have given her active knowledge of the connection. No subroutine or listener which might have sent an alert out some other way. I've been bothered by that a long time.”

“Now you have a theory?” Holly asked.

“I do. Anna's earpiece that night. It got trampled in the chaos after the wrong message got sent. I analyzed what I could, but much of it was too far gone to recover. It seemed like nothing important really, there were so many other things to worry about in those days and weeks. The call to the cell happened in a series of hops that eventually reached the phone. What we never really checked was whether there were listeners in that chain somewhere. So much of the focus was on Anna and what she had access to in the intel station that we never thought to check the actual traceroute beyond the originating location.”

“And you have reason to think that's the key in the latest ping?”

“More than reason. I have evidence. I've been working since we got on the plane to analyze each step along the way from Madagascar to Germany. I found something. A listener near the end of the chain. Someone was snooping that connection node. Millions of pings run though it every day. Calls, internet data, that sort of thing. But the listener was simple and looking for a small signature sent in the clear. I found only one occurrence of that signature being matched at that node, and it happened on the ping that went to the cell in Germany. My guess is, Anna's earpiece was connected to a listener when she was in Armenia. The cell call was a diversion of sorts with its real intention almost sent clear. I'm so goddamned mad we missed that obvious connection.”

Gene asked, “so her earpiece received a ping of information from that same call, and that's how she knew to send the second message?”

“That's the theory.”

“So what might the most recent ping mean?”

“The specifics, I don't know. It could mean anything. Clearly, it's an exceedingly rarely used conduit that has only been seen twice that I know of. Whatever message it was intended to deliver, the actual ping itself did not include that information. That listener I found on one of the nodes might hold the key to finding the consumer of the intent, but I haven't yet found the end point. The listener calls off to almost five-hundred thousand nodes, all-but-one of which is almost certainly a dead end.”

Holly inquired, “so how do we find out which one is the one we want?”

“Working on it. I've written some code to help with the search, but it's going to take time. I'm having to hack my way in to all sorts of systems to see what is being reached. Easy stuff for someone with my skills, but time consuming. I've automated what I can, the rest, well, that's what these fingers are for.”

Gene waited for the obvious reply about what fingers are for from Holly, but she stayed focused. “Ok. Good. That's something. It doesn't change our destination. We still need to see if we can find anything in Germany. How long, Silver?”

“Two days. Three tops. I should know something by then.”

Holly nodded. “Ok... Then we get to Germany and visit my dad's old 'underground condo,' see what might be waiting for us there. I'm going to try to contact Jesus. Word on the Cambridge was that he had recovered in Israel but wasn't talking to anyone. No one's sure if he's gone mute or busted a brain nut. Either way, he likely isn't sure who to trust. Maybe he'll talk to me.”

“What can I do to help?” Gene asked.

“Besides show me what fingers are really for?”

“There it is.”

“Strip this plane down for supplies. Anything we can carry. There are bottles of fruit juice back there, probably food, toilet paper, whatever we might need. Get us ready to move quickly. No idea what we face landing in Lahr.”

“Lahr?”

“Black Forest Airport, closest to Wolfach. Small, hopefully keeps us out of notice for a few hours. The plane will get traced quickly enough, so I don't expect we'll stay unnoticed too long, but a few hours should be enough to get to Wolfach and see what's going on there.”

Gene looked at Holly closely. “Sounds like your getting closer to some answers, Holly. Are you sure you want to know the truth?” Gene suspected that Anna's involvement in their father's death might become all too clear.

Her gaze held his steadily. “I always want the truth, Gene. I can deal with facts. What I can't deal with is not knowing if I can trust her.”

- - -

Finch raced back with Georges, Logan, Hannah, and Lauren. Inside they heard a familiar voice.

“I couldn't use one they might know. Sorry I didn't call you first, but I had to be certain to avoid the listeners.”

“How sure are you that we've been compromised?”

“Not sure. In fact, fairly sure we have not. But I cannot take that chance. Whoever it was is casting a wide net looking for them, and there are some traces I could not hide that his children came here. Ah, there they are now.”

Henderson towered over his wife, a broad smile on his face despite the worrisome words he'd spoken. He hugged the twins and eyed the others kindly. “So it seems the time on the farm has come to an end, at least for now. The situation has changed, and you best be getting your things together quickly. Pack a bag of clothes, then help your mother and I get the survival crates into the van. We'll take it instead of the car. Unregistered and unknown, I expect. Should get us there.”

Finch felt his heart racing, fears that had been washed away by his days of leisure and pleasure on the farm suddenly pulsing through him once more. “Where are we going?”

“To see someone that I thought had been dead for years. Someone who can help us. All of us.” He smiled again. “Well, off to it! We ride in twenty minutes.”