A shiver slid down my spine.
Mental note: I had to get Shanti to contact Jayden, ASAP.
In the now, I turned back to Knox to see his jaw hard, the muscles in it bunched and leaping.
I waited for him to say something.
He didn’t. He just resumed our stroll to the car, opened the door, Jacques jumped in, then with difficulty, he folded in.
I folded in beside him, and after turning on the car and a wave to my parents, I set us going, silent and waiting again for him to say something about Cheyenne.
He again didn’t.
Should I?
I mean, had he noticed her around before?
And now that he’d seen her himself, how did I play this?
I decided to start with, “Do you know who was in that car?”
“What car?”
Okay, so he was going to play it like I intended to play it and not mention it to me.
Still, I started it. Now I had to answer him.
“The one you stopped to watch drive past.”
“I thought I did, but I couldn’t see the driver, so I can’t be sure.”
“Who did you think it was?”
“Cheyenne.”
Okay times two. So he wasn’t going to play it like I played it.
Now what did I do?
I made a new decision. “I thought I saw her the other night too.”
I didn’t think it was her. I knew it was.
Like he did.
The air in the car grew close before he asked low, “Sorry?”
“Um…I thought I saw her in a car the other day.”
“When?”
“Actually, it was last night.”
“Where were you?”
“Going into The Porch.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this?”
