Chapter Twenty-Three
Rabia
Rabia could taste blood on the back of her tongue. She darted off the road, running past empty playground equipment into the shadow between two buildings. She huddled close to the wall for a moment, but apparently no one had chased her. She leaned forward, hands on knees, and let the blood drip from her nose, hawking and clearing it out of her mouth. Her stomach was protesting the little bit that had run down the back of her throat.
This was not going well.
Teresa should have been able to find Hjalmar for her. They both had implants; for Teresa that meant always being online and reachable. Even during the few minutes she ate dinner with the family, she was never completely offline, just reachable for emergencies only. Teresa had been shocked that Hjalmar’s im
