Chapter Thirteen
We drove for fifteen minutes in silence, slowly heading toward the drop zone. Tech seemed not to notice we were heading West, or if he did, said nothing about it.
The closer we got, the denser the traffic became. It was a familiar area. Not one I frequented, but a place I had visited with my father a lifetime before, and a place where I had taken Tommy. An area filled with the type of memories you couldn’t forget, no matter how hard you tried.
There was no time for nostalgia, though. I forced myself to concentrate on the road.
The navigation wasn’t complex but there were vehicles everywhere. New Yorkers aren’t known for sharing the road at the best of times.
“You didn’t do anything stupid, did you?” Teach finally asked from the passenger seat, where one hand was cuffe
