“YOU KNOW WHAT WE NEED?”

I was sitting between Eddie and Lissa, on our flight from Seattle to Fairbanks. As the shortest—marginally—and the mastermind, I’d gotten stuck with the middle seat.

“A new plan?” asked Lissa.

“A miracle?” asked Eddie.

I paused and glared at them both before responding. Since when had they become the comedians here? “No. Stuff. We need cool gadgets if we’re going to pull this off.” I tapped the prison blueprint that had been on my lap for almost every part of our trip so far. Mikhail had dropped us off at a small airport an hour away from the Court. We’d caught a commuter flight...