As Dmitry climbed into the passenger seat of the Escalade, he noticed Lolita running out after him.
“Meet you at Brentano,” she yelled, as she stuffed her hair into her helmet and hopped on her Harley.
The sky had cleared and the air was fresh after the misty rains of the day before. Opaque hints of summer humidity formed a steamy barrier between the earth and the sun. It was just warm enough that Dmitry turned on the air-conditioning in the SUV. He didn’t want to risk Bunin jumping out the window.
Lolita sped past them, weaving in and out of traffic.
He had never seen her riding her bike on the freeway. He was terrified.
She was fearless.
When Dmitry burst into Brentano Hall, from her desk Donnette looked up and glared at him.
“We’re just here to visit Jessica,” Lolita called to he
