She pulled the SIM card out of her own disposable
phone, opened the car door and set both the card and
the phone side by side on the ground. She smashed
each one under her boot heel. Then she carefully collected the broken bits, intending to throw them out the
window a little at a time as she drove.
Not that she was in favor of littering, but this situation demanded an exception.
As she pulled the Vette out of the garage, she had a
momentary thought, a sort of belated curiosity about
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why Dagan had decided to take care of her here, at her
place. She remembered him saying something about
needing to get her somewhere safe. Her home had
already been breached by fire genies. How had he by
any stretch of the imagination thought that that was
safe?
Maybe he’d had some inside info that the fire genies
wouldn’t be back.
She shrugged, hit the gas and chewed up the highway.
Caution was a hard habit to break, so she took the long
route, doubling back on herself, even ducking onto a
sideroad and cutting the engine as she watched for
anything coming up behind her. No vehicles. No fire
genies. Not even a whisper of supernatural vibe. Still,
caution won out over haste. Only when she was absolutely certain that she hadn’t been followed did she head
for Blackstock doing double the speed limit, flat out.
It was her lucky night. No cops.
That would have been all she needed, a fucking ticket.
The gray ribbon of road unfurled under the cloudsmeared night sky. There were no lights on this stretch
of highway, and the houses were set way back from the
