Chapter 29Gabe stared out the front windshield for a few beats. We drove up I-5, heading into downtown Portland. If he wanted to return the car, he needed to take the next exit. “What if she’s there?”
“Then we catch her off-guard while she’s in the middle of prepping for us. If she’s not, we could maybe go to the park now and catch her in the middle of setting up an ambush there, but we definitely won’t learn anything about why that spot at that park with that rosebush. I’m feeling pretty confident that knowing will help us deal with her.”
“Knowledge is power.”
“Yeah.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
We didn’t take the exit. Instead, he drove over the bridge, and we kept going. Companionable quiet settled between us, giving me too much room to think.
I thought about Drew. My mom hated him so much
