Chapter 9
Andrea hustles me out of the house under Dillon's hateful gaze. The air outside is frigid and grey. The barn, however, looks exactly like the barn in my dream. Some part of my mind must have recognized where they were taking me.
She goes to the car and opens up the trunk.
"You're not going to make me ride in there again? Are you?" I pull back.
Andrea snorts.
"This car is hotter than a hemorrhoid on the Abu al-Ghuraba's anus," she says. "Rule number one of evading the enemy is to switch modes of transportation. Often."
She pulls out a pair of jeans, a man's shirt and flannel coat. The plaid is dull brown and beige.
"These are way too big," she says, "but they'll keep you warm."
I slip into an empty horse stall to get changed. The clothing is old and worn, but clean. The so
