#Chapter 258 – The Long Game

The next few months pass more quickly than I thought they would. Kent and I spend pretty much every minute together, which I thought would get on my nerves but… Well. We get along really well, especially when we’re working on a project together like this. I wake up every morning flooded with ideas, telling Kent all about them over coffee and breakfast while our family moves in and out of the room. Every day we spend some time outside – going for a long walk or to see the horses – before we move to the second guest room shortly after that, which we’ve commandeered as our planning space. I grin as I look around it now, half pleased and half disturbed by how closely it matches the plans of a serial killer. But, well. At least it means we’re thorough. “Did you hear from Janeen?” Kent asks, leaning over a printed set of the travel plans to ensure that the plane tickets match up with the false ID’s he’s acquired. “Did she settle in at the casino?” “She didn’t text me back,” I say a litt