“What the f**k were you thinking?” I bellow.
“I was thinking I need to get the hell away from you.” She grabs at the handle of her door, but it won’t release. “How do you open this damn thing?”
“You don’t. We’re in the middle of a deserted road, and you have no idea where you’re going.”
“I’ll figure it out! I know his name. Gregor Semenov. That’s a start.”
I’m surprised she’s remembered, but that does give me a moment of pause. If she goes to the wrong places or the wrong people and starts shouting out that name, it’ll make things so much easier for the bastard. He’ll smell her fear from a mile away.
But I don’t let on that I’m concerned. “Sure. That’s his name. But do you think you can do a quick search and his number and address will just pop up? Do you think you can just download d
