“Kolya’s not going to expect us to go back right away. He probably doesn’t have any men scouting out the place. It’ll be fine.”
“Just trust me, June,” he cuts in.
I’m too tired to argue with him. So when he starts the engine again and steers us back onto the road, I say nothing.
Something occurs to me a few minutes down the highway, just as the city starts to materialize in the distance. “Adrian, how did you find me?”
His face scrunches up strangely. “Oh. Uh, well… I came back to the laundromat and the door had been pried open. There were obvious signs of a struggle.”
“And you found… like, a trail? Evidence?”
He gives me only a cursory sideways glance, and I find myself wishing we were sitting across from one another, face to face. So that I could see his expressions. So that I could
