CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
As McCall steered through the wide, congested city streets, the headlamps and streetlamps all seemed to blur into one, the sky above a strange mix of blue and purple watercolours. The sun was setting, but this evening was not blessed by its normal fiery display. McCall, however, was too preoccupied to notice the scenery, all her attention fixated on getting to that hotel and ending the crisis.
She glanced in the rear-view mirror and discovered that Steel, behind her, had fallen into a deep sleep. She smiled. Seeing Steel at peace like that made him seem just a little more normal. The man had been through so much lately she was surprised that he could sleep so soundly.
Tooms, who was riding shotgun, peered into the backseat and saw that Steel had wedged himself into t
