“We should get going,” Rae interjects, her hand finding my elbow. “Long drive back.”
“Of course.” Kir steps aside and gestures toward Rae’s beat-up Honda with an air of mock gallantry. “Drive safe, ladies.” His gaze locks onto mine. “Highly dangerous roads out here.”
Then he’s folding himself into the black sedan, and the engine comes to life, and he pulls away through the bare winter trees.
Rae’s breath fogs in the cold. “What the f**k was that?”
I watch the empty road where Kir’s car was a second ago. My heart is going a mile a minute. Whatever spooked him enough to show up here was something he couldn’t say in front of Rae, which means it’s bad. Really bad.
I blink. Rae is looking at me, waiting for an answer.
“No idea,” I say. “Your boss is a weirdo.”
Rae doesn’t laugh. She does
