“You good?” I ask.
She nods.
Doesn’t speak.
Also new.
I don’t trust it.
“You’re going to tell me more about that list,” I say.
Not a question.
A statement.
Her eyes lift to mine.
Sharp again.
Guarded.
There she is.
“That depends,” she says.
“On?”
“Whether I trust you.”
I almost laugh.
“Not exactly off to a great start there.”
“You showed up where you weren’t supposed to be,” she fires back. “Interfered in an operation you knew nothing about.”
“I knew enough,” I say. “You were in the middle of it.”
“That doesn’t mean you get to be part of it.”
Too late for that.
We both know it.
“You’re not walking away from this,” I tell her.
“I never planned to.”
“Then start talking.”
A long pause.
Wind moves through the trees around us.
Cold.
Quiet.
Tense.
