As Zara appears to be driving for the sake of driving, Peter asks, “Not to destroy your concentration, but do you know where you’re going? The faster you go, the more likely those tires will fail. So hopefully we have a specific place in mind.”
Without a flinch, Zara responds, “I planted a tracer in Jean-Paul’s MoxWrap.” She taps the center console screen, bringing up a map. “He is fifty klicks from here, heading towards the AC lines. I cannot believe the Catholic pope would be conspiring with the Arabic Confederation. Sending an assassin team, even.”
She glances at Peter for a second. “You know he was lying to us all along. His blinks told all. He never had the dreams like you do. He never renounced his vows. And he transmitted our information to these beasts, the ones who r***d me, and
