The door let a blast of cold air swirl around Amelia as she and Dewey exited the station. Outside, the sun was high and blindingly bright. The snow might have been a pretty white blanket, but the city had wasted no time in dirtying it up as it went about its business. The heaped piles of snow were pushed to the side by plows where they’d melt slow and messy. The car he directed her to was small and rather battered, but it warmed up once Dewey got the motor running.
“Luke said you’re probably hungry. Drive-through all right?”
After all the cloak-and-dagger, it seemed sort of anticlimactic, but she was hungry. She nodded, still a little bemused by the current of energy he radiated like a mini-sun. He plunged the car into traffic as if he were piloting a craft in space. To her surprise, Am
