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"I hear everything," Michael said. His ribs ached. The wound on his forearm, where he'd cut through a chain-link fence two nights ago, had started to seep through the makeshift bandage. "They're sweeping grid by grid. We have maybe twenty minutes before K-9 units get here."

"Split up," Lincoln said suddenly.

"Michael—"

"What?"

"They'll put you back in Fox River," Michael whispered. do michael and lincoln get caught

Michael tilted his head. Sirens. Distant, but growing closer. They'd been running for fourteen hours straight since the van swap outside Gila County. Two state trooper cruisers had passed their last hideout—a boarded-up motel where the clerk didn't ask questions—and now the net was tightening. "I hear everything," Michael said