I didn’t wait for Jason to argue. I started the engine and pulled out.
Jason frowned, and glanced from me to the pharmacy door. He couldn't lean forward without wincing, so he just turned his head.
"What's going on? Did something happen there?"
I kept my eyes on the road. In the rearview mirror, I caught his expression. It was sharp and confused. He was waiting for me to talk. But I didn't.
"You're acting weird," he said, his voice low in frustration. "Was it the pharmacist? Did they recognize you?"
"No," I said finally.
"Then what?" he said, his voice sharp.
I swallowed hard. "Your face is on the news."
That shut him up.
For three seconds, the only sound was the engine and his breathing, sharp and controlled because it hurt to breathe too deep.
"What did it say?" he asked. Hi
