Chapter 15
“I guess you’re still packing.”
Tabby’s voice startles me. I snap upright, half expecting to see the Butcher or Baza behind her. But she is alone.
Now she is rocking black chinos with millions of pockets, military-green Martens and an outdoorsy jacket. A backpack is strapped to her back. I don’t know how far we will need to walk, but judging by her get-up, we’ll be trekking through the wilderness for a while.
“Yeah, wasn’t sure what to pack”, I mumble.
“I got everything we need”, she declares. “You need to pack a change of clothes and a toothbrush”.
She is in charge and she loves it.
She marches to the bag section in the wardrobe, pulls out a small and pretentious black-sequined backpack and stuffs into it a cream jumper, a yellow T-shirt and bright pink jeans. Clearly th
