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“Please let me drive,” Mira says as soon we’re out of the Quiet.
Given her mental state, I decide to comply. Arguing with an angry Mira doesn’t seem like a good idea to me. The girl definitely has a short fuse. Besides, I have some phone calls to make, given where we’re heading.
As soon as she’s behind the wheel, she floors the gas pedal, causing the Lexus to make a tire-screeching sound.
I take out my phone, happy to focus on something other than the streets of Brooklyn that are flashing by the car window much too fast.
“I’m calling Caleb,” I tell Mira as I locate his number in my phone.
“That’s a good idea,” she says approvingly. “I was going to ask Julia to do this at the hotel, but this is even better. You two have a nice rapport.”
“If Caleb and I have a nice rapport, I shudd
