Anna burst through the door.
Dressed in blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, she sprinted down the front steps of the safe-house, then doubled over and let out a breath. “What are you doing?” she asked, straightening. “Why are you out here?”
She spun around.
Pedro was leaning against the door-frame with his arms folded, watching her out of the corner of his eye. “You wanna rescue your friend,” he said. “You planning on running all the way to Prospect Park? Even for a Keeper, it"ll take a good twenty minutes.”
Baring her teeth in a snarl, Anna lowered her eyes until she was staring down at her feet. “You offering me an alternative?” she asked, eyebrows rising. “Because you should know it"s not safe for you.”
“Do I look like a guy who wants safety?”
“No.”
He marched down the steps towa
