The car rolled slowly down the alley toward the house. The pressure in the cabin was as thick as the fog outside. We were silent. She looked down at her hands, still clenched into fists. I watch as Robert catches my eye in the rearview mirror and shakes his head almost imperceptibly: while everything is clear, we are not being followed.
But this "pure" was an illusion. After that meeting, nothing could be clean anymore. George saw it. He saw our game, but he also saw that it was on the verge of being true. And that made him even more dangerous.
We drove into the courtyard. The palace loomed up, gray and silent in the morning light. Fortress. Or a mausoleum.
"At the library, in half an hour," I said, getting out of the car. — We need to talk." About everything."
She nodded, not looking
