I press my lips into a tight line instead of answering, because what can I say? Yes, Chris was a better choice for helping me against a hideout full of guys with guns. But I can’t explain that to Adam, not now.
Jeremy looks back and forth between us, his expression wary. “Was that the last time you heard from him?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“That does make some horrible sense,” Zahra says, her head tilted. “The Russian mafia had guns like the one we found at the observatory. It’s possible they’re the ones who killed Chris and Ken.”
“But why Ken?” Paige asks.
Zahra shrugs. “Wrong place at the wrong time, maybe?”
“Maybe we should split up and try to track them down separately,” Jeremy says.
Splitting up makes me nervous after what happened in the other future, but we have three places to be and
