It was only when we’d gotten onto the main road that Joan spoke. ‘I’m going to take you to one of our safe houses. You can stay there for a few days. I hope.’
‘Isn’t this all just a bit melodramatic?’
‘Ask Pace and Ty. They’re the ones with bullet holes in their car.’
I remembered with sudden clarity how it had felt to cower underneath Kortnoz’s four-wheel-drive as the helicopter hovered a few feet away.
‘What am I supposed to do while I’m holed up? I only have one book with me.’
For some reason that made her laugh. ‘You’ll see.’
Just outside of the city, she pulled over and made a phone call. ‘Fifteen minutes,’ she told someone.
Once we were actually in town, I realised she was taking the back streets around to the northern entrance to the university.
‘Someplace on campus? Doesn’t
