I decided to follow him up to Flagstaff in my own vehicle, not because I thought I needed an escape plan, but because I didn’t feel comfortable leaving my brand-new Cherokee for an unknown amount of time in the Tlaquepaque shopping center parking lot. Connor’s eyes widened a bit when I went to the car and unlocked it.
“That new?” he inquired.
“Yeah,” I said casually. “What, did you think I was going to keep borrowing my aunt’s Jeep indefinitely?”
“Guess not,” he replied, with another one of those grins. “I’ll call Marie from the road, and you can follow me over to her place.”
That sounded workable; I’d walked to her house before but hadn’t driven there, and it was probably better to have Connor guide me in. And there was definitely more street parking at her place than at Connor’s.
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