refused to indulge his fantasies by rising to the bait. If he wished for me to take part in some kind of dominant fantasy with him and our girl, he was going to have to ask me nicely.
We finished up our breakfast together without any more talk of the problems we were facing, each of us holding out hope that today might just be the day that we solved at least one of them by ridding ourselves of the box of vaccines we were still carting about. I had to admit that it would be a relief to wash our hands of them.
We loaded ourselves up in my car, packing the trunk with our things and keeping the black bag with our most important possessions in the front just in case. I'd bought this building with cash and funded every single part of the purchase through false names and untraceable accounts, but I wasn't going to underestimate my father now that I knew he was onto us. I only had to have left behind one breadcrumb and I was certain that it would bring him down upon our heads at the drop of a hat. So I wasn't going to relax any time soon.
We pulled out of our hidden location and started down quiet streets, the car thick with tension as Tatum sat in the back with the box of vaccines by her feet. Once we got to Dr De La Cost's place of work, I intended to deliver the vaccines alone. There was no way I was letting any of those people even get a look at Tatum again. She was a ghost now and that was how she was going to stay.
The heavy thunder of a helicopter swooping overhead drew my attention and I craned my head to watch as not one, but two Black Hawks raced overhead, fully loaded with men and women in their army uniforms.
"What's that about?" Kyan muttered from the seat beside me, sensing danger as easily as I did.
"Nothing good," I replied.
We kept driving, more than a little tension filling the car now as more helicopters swooped overhead and I caught sight of a huge military truck up ahead too.
My new phone pinged in the glove compartment and I reached over to pull it out, frowning at the screen as a news bulletin flashed up.
New test and divide measures coming into place in Sequoia State.
Before I could give that much thought, another bulletin appeared.
Tatum Roscoe wanted for question in relation to the release of the Hades Virus.
"Watch out!" Kyan yelled, shoving the wheel as I almost ran us straight up the curb where a little old lady shrieked in horror.
I jerked us away from her, hitting the brakes as I stopped us right in the middle of the road, flipping the old woman off to make sure she kept fucking walking.
"My father has upped his tactics," I growled, flashing the notification towards the others before opening up the story on Tatum.
At the top of the page was a photograph which had been taken of her in her forest green Everlake Prep uniform, posing and smiling for the camera and looking like a typical prom queen type. The image was flat, emotionless and though of course she was breath-taking in it, it didn't capture her soul the way it should have. I looked beneath it and read the article aloud for everyone to hear.
"Tatum Roscoe, Daughter of Donovan Rivers (the man responsible for releasing the Hades Virus into the world) is now wanted in questioning in relation to the events that led up to the virus being set loose. It has come to the attention of the investigating officers that young Mrs Roscoe (formerly Rivers) was likely brain washed by her father and helped him in carrying out the atrocities which have led to the deaths of millions of people worldwide. The young lady in question also married into a well-known crime family mere days after her eighteenth birthday and it is our belief that the O'Briens may be helping to conceal her location from the authorities-"
"Grandpa's gonna love that," Kyan muttered but I just read on.
"We are asking members of the public to stay vigilant and call the number below if she is spotted. However, Mrs Roscoe was well trained in tactical defence by her (possibly unhinged) prepper father and we do not want anyone to attempt to approach her if she is seen. The local and national authorities are on high alert