Ivan opened the door of his rental car and I got in. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“3A Juniper Avenue.”
“Hang on. Oh, yes. Got it. I know exactly where I’m going.”
I hit him in the arm. “I’ll direct you. Now let’s go.”
“Where are we going, exactly?”
“Right. Now left. That’s it.”
“Gina.”
“I know who sold me out.”
“Ah.”
***
The elevator in Lori’s apartment block was broken, so I climbed the stairs, thanking myself for putting on flats instead of my usual heels. I was not thanking the seven flights of stairs, I admit.
I banged on the door and fidgeted while I waited for her to answer. I knocked again, and I heard her call, &
