Chapter Twelve
Julia guided the pickup truck southbound on the 285, although she planned to avoid going into downtown by cutting off onto Artist Road and then winding around until she picked up Canyon on the eastern side of the city center. Not too many of the djinn had settled out in that direction, as far as she could recall, and it seemed safer to take that route. Even if the spy — whoever he or she might be — didn’t see her, someone might note her passing and wonder why she hadn’t come in to town to collect Lindsay and Miles.
The 285 had just turned into St. Francis Road, and she was just beginning to pass the National Cemetery on her left, when a figure appeared in the middle of the street in front of her. She couldn’t make out exactly who it was, because the sun was in her eyes, al
