Evelyn
Rain drummed against Nadia’s windshield. She had her hands on the steering wheel and her eyes fixed on the fogged glass ahead of us, following the route the GPS guided us through to the bar by the roadside.
Tension pulsed in my veins, especially in my temple, where I could already feel the warning of a migraine. The card the Ripper left on the corpse was engraved in my mind like a tattoo.
"That stupid beanie ruins my curls. I can’t believe I’m going to a Halloween party without a costume and with my hair flattened," Nadia murmured unhappily.
"At least you’re not the only one." I pointed at myself. "If I had known, I would have stolen a prisoner uniform from the station."
Suddenly, Nadia turned the wheel, making a curve and leaving the GPS route.
"Hey, where are you going?" I a
