I nodded. “It won’t take me long.”
“Are you going to tell me where it is, or am I going to be surprised?”
I shifted in my seat to face him. “Remember when you pretended to kill Dr. Hatchet in front of me and let me believe he was dead for days?”
Knox’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. “Surprise, then. Never been a fan.”
“Like I said back in the manor, even if you knew where it was, you probably wouldn’t be able to get to it anyway.”
“Fair enough,” he said with a sigh, and I knew the hardened, exasperated Richardhad returned, burying the vulnerability so deep inside him I doubted he even remembered it existed.
I settled back and gazed out the window as we drove toward D.C. We weren’t far—an hour at the most—and part of me was eager to see my home again. I hadn’t grown up in Somer
