Chapter Thirty-Five
Aviary stood on a thin strip of grass by a park bench, across from the valet entrance to a casino. The building was as squat, gray and unremarkable as the cars of its patrons were sleek, colorful and expensive. A distance from the casino, police officers shouted commands as they cordoned off the train station where Damien had destroyed the infrared transmitter.
‘You don’t have to do this,’ Damien said, walking toward her.
Aviary ended her phone call before he noticed. ‘I do.’ She looked at his freshly bandaged hands. ‘Are you going to take some painkillers?’
The dressing on his neck was blotted red again. ‘Not yet. We have to go.’ He nodded toward the van they’d stolen when they’d fled the station.
‘Not in that,’ she said.
Damien hesitated. ‘Something smaller?’
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