THIRTY-FIVE
WHEN THEY GOT BACK, Harry was sitting in a truck in the hotel parking lot, window down, arm raised toward them. “Where the hell have you been?”
They’d asked the cab to drop them off a couple of blocks early and walked the rest of the way. Of course they did.
“We’re not late,” she said without knowing whether they were or not given they didn’t know where the meet was meant to take place.
Her father was out of patience. “Hurry up, get in.”
Styx went around to get in the front while she slipped into the backseat. The new vehicle was much more spacious than their last one. Especially given the doctor’s junk was all gone.
“Everything go okay?” she asked and got no response.
Harry was tense. Made sense. He was about to hand over his only child to the enemy. After a
