CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“ARE YOU SURE HE SAID Angola?” Brita’s gaze narrowed suspiciously on Percy. He gave her his most innocent smile and nodded. “I’m pretty sure. As I said, they were whispering and I could just barely hear them.”
“And you didn’t try to stop them or call me, why?”
Percy suddenly got interested in the radio dial. “I tried to call you but you didn’t answer.”
She looked at her cell phone and found several missed calls from Percy. She frowned thoughtfully but didn’t question him further.
They rode a few minutes in silence.
“There it is.” Brita pointed toward the Speedway sign.
Percy took a deep breath and turned, praying he would be able to recover from the latest round of deceptions. Somehow he didn’t think it would be possible.
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