Chapters (84)
“I’ll go talk to him,” Nora says, finishing her coffee and standing. “This Nolan guy.”
Two can play that game. Brazuca stands, too. “Look, you can try to find him on your own, if you want, but it’ll take time. The other option is to ride with me. I already have his address on my GPS.”
He expects her to put up a fight, maybe have a little bit of an argument on their way to his MINI parked out back, but she doesn’t. She looks like the fight has gone out of her, which worries him more than he cares to admit. He lets Whisper into the back seat, because Nora insists on taking her, and drives them out of the city.
When they’re on the highway, he sneaks a glance at her. No, it’s not that the fight has gone out of her. It’s there in the hardness in her eyes, the set of her shoulders, her grim expression. It’s that she’s saving it all up.
And it’s a good thing, too, because it has been at least ten minutes since he’s noticed the dark sedan a few cars behind them.
He speeds up suddenly, changes lanes, and takes the next exit off the highway. The sedan switches lanes but doesn’t take the exit. Maybe it was too close to make, or maybe he was wrong about the tail.
There’s a moment of breathless silence, and then Nora looks over at him. She’s shaken but trying to hide it. “My enemies or yours?”
He’s not sure whether or not she’s joking, but she seems to be taking it all in stride. “Could be either, or just my imagination.”
“Did you get a license plate?”
“No, they were too far behind for that.”
“Okay,” she says. “If they’ve turned around, they’ll come back to this exit to look for us. I think we should keep going.”
“If we were actually being followed, there could have been a second car. I don’t want to chance anything. Nolan is our only lead, and I don’t want to do anything to spook him. Who’s ‘they,’ anyway? We don’t even know.” He gets onto the highway heading back to the city. “We’ll try again later. Nolan’s employed in construction in Port Moody, but he works the door some weekends at a club on Granville. Let’s go tomorrow night.”
“He goes to a Granville club all the way from Port Moody? That’s insane.”
“Not if you time the drive right. A lot of people make that commute for work.”
“What club?”
“Ha. You’ll just have to come with me tomorrow to see. I’m not taking any chances you’ll cut me out.”