“I do plan to kill you anyway, just so we’re clear,” she said, “but you’ll live a little longer if you’re good.”
“What did you do to Lihua?” I said, voice shaking.
“Oh, she’ll be fine. We’ve all been through worse. It’s yourself you should be worrying about.”
I could make out more of our surroundings now; a bank lobby, with teller windows along one wall, a fancy domed ceiling, cold marble beneath my knees. Sunlight trickled from tiny, high windows onto the jagged shapes of graffiti. YOU SUCK. GO LIONS!! TREY + KIM 4-EVA.
“We’re in Detroit, if you’re wondering,” Jewel said. She took a handful of my hair and pulled me, fumbling on hands and knees, into the center of the room, where the light was uninterrupted, shadowless. “This part of the city is just rotting, buildings abandoned left a
