I can’t blame her for thinking that, but I’m hoping I can make her understand. “He’s—”
“We watched him murder a man today!” she insists. “In front of a room full of people.” She cups her ear and leans toward the windowpane, as melodramatic as ever. “But I don’t hear any police sirens coming this way, do you?”
“I know it looks bad, Genny—”
She rears back in disbelief. “You can’t possibly be taking up arms for this guy, June.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. My head is suddenly pounding, as if someone is whaling on the inside of my skull with a jackhammer. “You don’t know everything that’s going on. I mean, I don’t, either, but you don’t know—There’s… there’s this guy. Another guy. Like Kolya, but he’s—”
Fuck, I’m screwing this up so badly. It’s absolutely essential that I make Geneva un
