Dany and her aunt spend what feels like an hour getting the bleeding under control, but when Dany glances at Faraday’s watch, it’s only been a few minutes. Already, up in the front seat, Mac is calming down.
The kid’s eyes, though, aren’t focused, not on anything Dany can see. There are flecks of shattered glass sparkling in the kid’s hair, twinkling in the light of oncoming cars. The kid, she only notices now, no longer has the nose plug on her face. She thinks back. Had the kid even had it on at the prison? But she can’t remember.
The kid is sucking on her thumb. “Fingers out of your mouth, now,” Dany tells her.
Eva asks something then – but her words come out so fast, it takes a minute for Dany to disentangle them.
“She wants to know where to go,” Dany translates.
“Just follow
