1.2.6
Colton climbed inside a black Corvette, buckled up, and tried to make sense of what was happening. Selma pulled back onto the street, took a few side streets, and finally found the onramp to the 405. By the time they were nearing North Long Beach, most of Colton’s vision had returned, and so had his questions. He leaned back in the black leather seat, looked out the window toward the waning moon, and wondered how he’d gotten into this predicament.
He looked at Selma’s profile as she drove—still beautiful, but now she appeared more stoic, more poised. With both hands on the wheel and looking straight ahead, she looked like a woman on a mission. The reality, of course, was clear—she had never been interested in Colton. It had all been a ruse to infiltrate the CTC. That, most likely,
