Lena's POV
I heard the car.
Not asleep — I hadn't been, despite the hour and the exhaustion and everything the day had taken. I'd been lying in the dark with my eyes open, running the evening through my mind the way you run things through when the doing of them is over and the processing hasn't caught up yet.
The particular sound of the estate's garage door. An engine. Then quiet.
I got up and went to the window.
One car leaving. Reeves wasn't driving — wrong posture behind the wheel. Damian.
Alone.
I stood at the window and watched the tail lights disappear through the gate and thought about what would make Damian leave the estate alone at one thirty in the morning without telling me.
Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
I went back to bed and lay there for twenty minutes pretending
