First, we had to get a car. That didn't seem to faze Michael too much, and he was leading us to an exact location. He led us right to an underground parking garage. I recognized the garage as a place for business people to park their cars off of the street. Why were we here? Michael knew exactly where we were going, and on the second level was a little car waiting for us. The first thing I noticed was that this car was absolutely disgusting. There was so much dust and dirt covering the car that I didn't even know what color it was.

"Michael how long has this car been here?"

He looked to me and smirked before taking out a set of keys and started to unlock the door. He reached inside and pulled out a cell phone and tossed it over to Lincoln.

"Call the courthouse and find out about LJ," he ordered.

Lincoln started to dial the phone, and Michael tossed disinfectant wipes in my direction. He wanted me to clean off his car? I gave him a look that told him I wasn't going to be his personal maid and clean the car, but he only laughed at me and disappeared back in the car. I let out a frustrated sigh and roughly pulled out a wipe and started cleaning off the dirt. It was absolutely disgusting and one wipe didn't get me very far. I was already on my fifth one and I wasn't even done with the front of the car. I had fully cleaned the windshield and Michael so kindly waved at me from the other side. I made a face at him and ripped out another wipe.

Lincoln hung up the phone and opened the passenger door to get in. What the hell was this? I was not just going to clean their car by myself while they made their plans inside. I tossed the container on the ground and stormed over Lincoln's side and held onto the door firmly.

"Care to help out a lady?" I asked with a fake grin.

"Don't make a scene Laney we are being watched," said Michael looking the opposite direction.

I slowly turned my gaze that way, and sure enough some business man was looking at the three of us. He was probably actually looking at this filthy excuse for a car. I turned my attention back towards the two brothers and raised my eyebrows at them.

"It's fine, just get in the back," Michael told me.

I wrinkled my nose at the thought of the inside of the car being as dirty as the outside, but I opened the back door and climbed in. Michael started the engine and quickly started driving. Oh my God, there weren't even seat belts in the back seat. I slouched down in the back seat and just hoped that wherever we were going wouldn't take long to get there. I guess lucky for me we were only driving for 15 minutes before Michael was pulling in somewhere. I sat up and looked out the windshield to see where we were at. It just looked like some random convenience store, and I raised my eyebrow at Michael.

"You can make the call from here Linc, while I run in and get something."

Before I could even ask a question, Michael was already out the door and quickly moving into the store. I couldn't even ask Lincoln because he had already dialed the phone and it was ringing. Lucky for me he put it on speaker. A voice I didn't recognize answered.

"This is Nick Savrine, bar code 56437, calling to speak to my client LJ," said Lincoln.

Was he insane trying to call his son? If they traced it we could all be busted quickly. The unknown voice must have bought it because there was a rustling and a younger voice started talking on the phone. That had to be his son.

"Do you know who this is?" asked Lincoln.

"Yes," LJ said excitedly, but then cleared his throat, "my lawyer right?"

They just chit chatted for a while about how LJ was holding up and I could tell how guilty Lincoln felt. They all had the idea that whoever it was that set up Lincoln was now setting up LJ. If they found him guilty, he would be sent off to an adult facility. Lincoln wasn't about to let that happen anytime soon.

"Some Fed came to talk to me today," LJ said.

My attention instantly perked up and I leaned in closer to Lincoln. I asked him to find out the name of the agent.

"Some guy named Mahone I think. He wanted my help in trying to bring my dad in."

I fell back in my seat staring wide eyed. Agent Mahone had made his way to Lincoln's son. These guys had no idea how dangerous this was getting with Mahone on the hunt. He was starting to get one step ahead of our plans before we even planned them.

"Listen to me LJ this is important," said Lincoln, "on the third, look out for Otis right. Until then keep your head up."

He repeated the phrase and I gave him a look like he was speaking a different language. What the hell did that mean? The third, was that a date? I had no clue what Otis right was, and if I was so confused, how was LJ supposed to figure it out? After LJ said he would remember Lincoln quickly hung up the phone, and right at the same time Michael came back with some sort of sack. He didn't say anything and I didn't bother asking. He quickly started the car and we were off, but not before Lincoln tossed the phone out of the window.

Michael said that we had one more stop to make, but I couldn't concentrate on anything else besides what LJ said about Mahone.

"Hey Michael," I said quietly, "LJ said he got a visit today from Agent Mahone."

Michael met my gaze through the rearview mirror and I could see the look of worry in his eyes. He was thinking the same thing that I was. Lincoln was the only one that wasn't following along, and asked who Mahone was.

"He was the agent with my father at the cemetery. He is a bigger threat than any of you are realizing."

Neither one of the brothers answered me, and I hoped that they were starting to understand the danger they were in. Again, we weren't on the road very long before Michael was pulling over at yet another convience store. This time Michael wanted Lincoln and I to wait outside the door while he did his business inside. Michael quickly stepped inside the store and Lincoln and I got out of our seats and stood by the door. I don't even know why we had to wait by the door, but usually when Michael said to do something everyone did it no questions asked. I stepped out of the way of some woman going on a jog with her dog. She gave me a smile, but I think her whole world stopped when she made eye contact with Lincoln. Of course like most girls, she gave him her best flirty grin and he returned the smile. I was teasing him by looking at him with a raised eyebrow, and he just shrugged me off.

I took a glance behind me and the girl was still standing there and she was pretending to stretch. Boy did she have it bad. She kept looking back and forth between Lincoln and I when suddenly her smile faded. She looked away from us. Shit, she recognized us. I looked to Lincoln with a worried face, and even though he was pretending not to notice I could tell he was worried too. The worry turned into panic when the police car turned down our street. Lincoln didn't hesitate and moved into the store, and I was left standing outside. That is until the girl started flagging down the car. I cursed at the bitch under my breath and moved into the store.

The owner of the store was a pleasant man. He grinned at my entrance and asked how I was doing. I smiled back and if I wasn't in a state of panic I probably would have started a conversation. I found Michael and Lincoln in the back of the store whispering to each other. I stepped up to them, and we heard the bell of the door ring. It was even worse when the owner greeted the officer. I looked wide eyed as we all started moving to the back of the store.

We found a back door and the three of us slipped out easily. Now if we could just get back to the car this whole mess would be behind us. As we rounded the corner of the building we stopped dead in our tracks to look at the two police cars surrounding our car. Lincoln and I were reading to start running the other direction, but Michael wasn't moving. We practically had to drag him to get him to start moving. He looked like someone had just punched him in the gut.

"You don't understand, we need that car," he whined.

"It's just a car Michael," I said.

He shook his head, but didn't argue with me. Lucky for us the courthouse wasn't far and we could just run the rest of the way. Michael still had his bag of stuff that he stole from the store, and hopefully that would be enough. I hope what they had planned didn't involve any violence. I didn't want to be involved with people getting killed. If I knew Michael like I thought I did, I doubt it would come to any deaths. We turned off the street and came face to face with the biggest building in town; the courthouse. This building was huge, and I had no idea how Michael planned to find LJ, or how to get him out for that matter. Lincoln must have been thinking the same thing.

"Michael if you get caught and sent back to Fox River, I am not helping you escape," he said.

Even I couldn't help but smile at that. I couldn't imagine seeing Lincoln coming up with a brilliant escape plan like Michael did.

"After all, I am the brains, you are the brute," Michael responded.

"What does that make me?" I asked.

"The beauty," they both responded.

I laughed and we hurried up behind the courthouse. The fire escape led all the way up to the roof and that is where Michael and Lincoln were going to enter and exit with LJ. That was if the plan went off without a hitch. I don't think one of Michael's plans ever went down as he originally planned. They both moved to the bottom ladder and suddenly I stopped. They both looked at me confused.

"I think I should probably stay down here and keep lookout or something." I said weakly.

God, I detested my fear of heights. But I titled my head upwards and felt queasy just thinking about standing up on the roof. I looked back to Michael and Lincoln pleadingly, and after mocking me they said I could wait down here. I watched them climb all the way to the top and I only looked back down when I started to feel queasy again. I didn't know how long it was going to take for them to get LJ, but I hoped that it wouldn't take long. If I was just standing outside the courthouse for too long then I would start to draw attention. I tried to find a spot where I wouldn't be easily noticed and I sat down resting my back against the building. I realized it had been almost 24 hours since I had slept, and I was exhausted. We had been practically running nonstop, and my adrenaline had been high. It wasn't all that surprising that I was only sitting for a few minutes before I fell asleep.