The Ford rattled over Westchester roads, and I felt the pulse of rage in my chest. I wound my fingers around the ear tag, felt the plastic give, and pulled it free. The little camera on my chest clicked off when I pried the mount loose and thumbed the lens cover down. A lighter relief settled in my ribs like taking the bandage off an infection and finding out it was only a scab.
Marc's knuckles drummed the steering column. He and Nico had been quiet too long I could feel their silence judging me.
When Marc finally spoke, it came out like a line he'd rehearsed. "We need to stop."
"Stop what?" I didn't look at him but I knew he was glaring at me. And there was a cigarette I didn't light because the air in the Ford was already dry.
"This. Whatever you're planning next. You can't
