James“Well, that went south fast,” comments Michael. He’s sitting in the rear as I drive, arms around Charlotte. She’s unusually quiet. In the mirror I see her head resting against his shoulder.
“I suppose that’s to be expected when you’re dealing with a psychopath.” I’m watching my Jade-Eyes. I thought at first, she was simply upset, but there’s more than that in her expression….
Wheels are turning in there….
“Still, he told us quite a bit,” says Michael.
I’m reluctant to commit myself to that one. “Mmmm, yes.”
He frowns, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Do you think he's cooperating out of goodwill?”
“No, I think he's helping himself by helping us to find Charlotte’s mother.” Abruptly, she wrestles herself free of Michael’s embrace, sitting up straight to look out of the windo
