As it turned out, Kenna was right. He slept the whole way to Somerset and only awoke when she carefully nudged his arm. He smiled at her. Once, he’d hated this place for its isolation—a thought that seemed ludicrous now. Instead, he welcomed their return and even hoped they might get to stay for a while as he recovered. “I didn’t think I’d ever be excited to see Adelaide.” He laughed.
“I wonder if she’ll be happy to see you, for once.” She looked up at the windows of their quaint little safe house. “She has her weapon back.”
“f**k that!” he burst out like a teenager in defiance of his parents. The narcotics in his system worked better than alcohol to eliminate any inhibitions he might have about speaking the truth. “I should retire, just to spite her. Both of us should. We’ll find a trop
