“Congratulations, Gilberto,” Becca said. “You’re stuck with us for the foreseeable future.”
Becca eased through a left turn and waited for the GPS on Cyrus’s phone to tell her where to go next. They were headed toward the Lakeshore. The wind from the broken window rippled her bandanna, but she was so concentrated on driving that she didn’t adjust it for once.
“Cy, is there a tarp or something in the back you can put over the window?” Becca asked.
“Negative,” Cyrus said, rooting in the back of the van.
“We can’t drive around with a broken window,” Gilberto said. “We’ll get pulled over.”
“If that happens, you can explain to the police what happened,” Becca said.
“Why me?” Gilberto asked.
“When I bargained with you, my only obligation was to send my brother to spy for you,” Becca said.
