Adrian's POV
She drove well.
Not aggressively, not cautiously. She drove the way she did everything — with full attention and no performance around it. We left the city at eight-twelve and were on the Taconic by eight-forty and she didn't ask me once to check the navigation.
I watched the city disappear behind us.
The house was forty minutes past Rhinebeck. A small property owned by a colleague of hers I would never meet — wood, large windows, a deck that faced the river through the trees. She had the key code and let us in and set her bag down and looked around once with the expression of someone confirming a decision they'd already made.
"Good," she said, to no one specifically.
We walked the trail before lunch.
It ran along the river for three miles and came back through a sectio
