THE LOCK ON HER DOOR
(Elena's POV)
I got into the car and put the notebook in his lap before I pulled the door shut.
"Back page," I said. "Read it."
He read it. Then he read it again with his thumb holding the corner down, and the engine ticked over, and neither of us said anything for long enough that a parking officer walked up, looked at the car, and changed his mind.
"When did you last have the card?" he said.
"The night your uncle came to dinner."
"Say his name."
"Victor."
Damian closed the notebook and set it on the dash. "You've had his number in this house for a week and you never told me."
"I never used it."
"That isn't the point."
"Then what is?"
He pulled out into traffic without once checking the mirror, and that frightened me more than anything he could have said
