The trip back to our hotel room was silent, with Conner staring out the vehicle’s window with a tense jaw much of the time. When he did speak, it was almost terse, and he didn’t bother looking at me.
“I think we should consider moving back here now.” He said simply, and though Frankie tried to object that the elders in the neighboring area had other ideas, Conner merely looked at him with a hard glare and repeated himself. Frankie clammed up.
“Yes, sir.” He muttered, barely audibly. You could tell he wasn’t happy about Conner’s decision. Or his responsibility to carry the information to his bosses, the very elders he referenced. Frankie met my gaze in the rear-view mirror, but all I could do was offer him a slight, apologetic smile. Though I had to admit, part of me was wondering where w
