Nathan
I could tell something was completely wrong as I watched Molly through the rear-view mirror. She was fidgeting with her clothes, nibbling her own nails and squirming in her seat. Whatever that call had been about, it was making her nervous. The car rushed past others, snaking its way through traffic as I did my best to get her back to HQ as quickly as possible. Molly was always a talkative person, at least in comfortable company, but right now she was sitting in the backseat, completely silent as she gazed out of the tinted windows. It was unusual and it made me feel anxious about what was happening.
“Do you want me to park in the front or in the basement?” I asked her, thinking it was better to give her the choice now instead of pissing her off later because I chose the wrong par
