CHAPTER 119
Cooper cleared his throat. "And by before, you mean...when you couldn't remember Tracy? About what happened that night?" "Yes." Another beat of silence passed. "Is this about Venus?" "No. I remember that night perfectly well. Her blood isn't on my hands." He processed that answer. "Okay. If this isn't about Venus, then what is this about?" The fuel line jerked in the tank, the flow of gasoline coming to an abrupt halt. Cooper practically jumped out of his skin. Cursing, he hurried back outside. Calla steeled her resolve while he twisted the tank's cap back on. Cooper waited to press her further until they were back on the road, blazing toward the city at an astonishing forty-five minutes per hour. He merged back into traffic and said, "Go on." Calla turned away, focusing on
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