Eleven
The drive across town was in mostly silence. Eagle seemed to know that I craved a moment of peace. He even put on classical music. It wasn’t my jam, but the haunting strings soothed me.
“Who is this?” I asked.
“That’s my brother Hawk’s baby sister.”
“She’s a violinist?”
“A cellist.” He grinned with a fond look in his eyes. His big body relaxed into the driver’s seat. “Gabby’s been playing ever since she was a kid. The instrument is still bigger than her. She’s good, yeah?”
The question didn’t need an answer. The notes nearly lulled me into sleep. But then the sounds of a growling motor pulled me awake. I felt Eagle’s tension before I opened my eyes.
Outside the car window four white guys in a dark car surrounded us. A bright swastika was painted on their hood. I recognized th
