Karl
After what had happened with Grandpa, they wouldn't let me go home. Claire explained it was too dangerous, even to go for a moment. There were simply too many ways we could pick up a tail, or even have someone try to make a hit on us with an escort from an agent.
Instead, the FBI put us up in a motel that night, one way out in the boonies with a vibrating bed in every room. With its shitty paint job, dim lights, and ugly furniture, the place didn't exactly do much to improve my sense of well-being.
In the morning, Jassy and I would be split up and sent our separate ways. Her to one side of the country, me to another, with no way of contacting the other. This was the way it had to be, McKesson explained. Otherwise, Aleksey and his people could find us.
Now, Jassy and I lay naked be
