He drove fast.
One hand on the wheel. The other holding his phone to his ear, and he was talking in a low, clipped voice.
Numbers. Short sequences.
Something that might have been coordinates or codes or both, and they were coming out of him rapid and precise.
I watched the city through the window and tried not to think.
That was all I had. Don't think. Don't look at him. Watch the buildings go past and breathe. Don't let your mind catch on any single thing long enough to pull at it. Because if I pulled at any of it right now I was going to come apart in the passenger seat of his car and I couldn't do that.
The buildings thinned. The streets widened.
He ended the call.
The silence in the car was different from any silence we'd ever had before.
The city started to disappear and
