Chapter 17
Miron
We didn’t talk until we were under the bridge.
Concrete rose up on both sides, tagged with layers of old graffiti. The river sounded louder here, slapping against the pillars. A single streetlight at the end of the path flickered off and on like it wasn’t sure if it wanted to do its job.
I checked for cameras. None close enough to matter. The drone had moved on. For now.
“Here,” I said. “This is better.”
“Better than being scanned by your magic Roomba?” Rayna said. Her voice was steady, but I heard the thin edge under it. “Sure.”
She turned to face me, arms folded against the chill. Her hoodie wasn’t enough for the wind coming off the water. I had the stupid urge to give her my jacket, then remembered that was not my role in her life. My role was apparently “walking
