Chapter Thirteen
This wasn’t a great idea.
Jay walked through the library courtyard, past the white columns and fancy balconies, past the emblem of what looked like two lions having s*x, and past three flagpoles. One flew the Lithuanian flag under the charcoal sky; the other two had Purity flags, dark gray with a white dove and a red diamond.
The university buildings were old, about three or four stories high and painted lemon-yellow and cream. They looked pretty nice for an Extremely Evil Headquarters. Jay didn’t know where Birute’s office would be, but his smartwatch—tracking Birute’s phone—would narrow it down.
He hoped.
He crossed the parking lot and tried to blend in with the scattering of civilians and Purity Guard.
‘Your smartwatch will translate any Lithuanian words it picks
