Chapter Twenty
“Where are we going?” I asked, frustration building. It had been a day for riddles and my patience was all but gone. We’d been driving in Daly’s car for ten minutes. The ride was comfortable and the air conditioning a welcome break from the stifling heat outside, but it didn’t seem like she knew where she was headed. We’d been down this same street at least twice.
“Shush,” she said, scanning left and right. “I need to think.”
“Enough, Daly. Enough. I’ve had it with today. Why did you free me and where are we going? Tell me, or next junction, I walk.”
The agent glanced at me, then back to the road. “You’re right. It’s time for answers. But we need to get off the road. Talk somewhere quiet.”
“So where?”
“I’m thinking.”
“I know this area pretty well. If you give me an ad
