Zac’s perfectly-shaped eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “What are you saying? Even my father?”

I nodded, smiling.

“That son of a …” Zac yelled, his grief suddenly turning to rage.

“Zac, now wait a minute,” I replied, cutting him off. “V said your father tried to call you, but we were already on the road and he couldn’t get hold of us.” Then, I thought for a moment and added, “The cell phones are in the glove box. We’ll have to ditch them soon, but go ahead and call them. I’m sure they’ll answer.”

“But what about other shape shifters?” Zac asked, looking at the black cell phone he’d just...