Demir
I don’t turn right away. I stop the car and face Geneva, still pissed at her dismissal, but waiting like the patient guard dog that I am for her explanation.
She’s got her phone to her ear, face pale as a sheet in the artificial lights of the car.
“What did you see?” She asks the moment whoever texted her picks up the phone. “And you are sure of it? It’s not one of those hazy things you see from time to time? What the f*uck does that mean, what men?”
“Who’s that?” I point my chin to the phone in her hand, still not sure what the hell is going on right now.
Geneva looks away from me, clearly hiding something as she listens.
“Geneva?” I prompt with a stern voice.
“Okay, okay, call him.” Then she hangs up, letting out a sigh before looking back at me. “We need to go back. It’s al
