Chapter 92

Kaylee was waiting for us in the police van, behind the gate at the entrance to the sawmill. She greeted us with her gun in her hand, but she had a pained smile on her face. Pained by everything that had happened, I wanted to assume, because she seemed very agile even for a woman with a state of pregnancy as advanced as hers. She helped me into the back seat of the vehicle and wrapped a warm blanket around me lovingly, whispering kind words.

She traveled with me all the way back to the city, putting her arm around me, slowly rubbing my leg with her free hand, and trying to comfort me. Luke, in the driver’s seat, looked at us in the rearview mirror every few minutes.

Once, when he met my gaze through the mirror, I spoke:

“You called the lions,” I sentenced, almost in an accusatory tone.

Luke looked at me and then looked away, concentrating on the steering wheel.

“Yes, I did. I knew they wouldn’t have time. I’d been tracking those sons of bitches, I knew