Chapter 4Edmund gave him no choice but to leave his car at Birdsong. At least Mathias had the overnight bag that he stashed for emergencies in the boot. Since Warsaw, he’d grown accustomed to living on the fly, ready to leave a place at a moment’s notice, ready to abandon any and all for a breath of freedom or a scrap of hope. Being in Las Vegas had fueled—falsely, it would seem—the thought that those days might finally be behind him. It was unfortunate. He really didn’t care for the sort of life where he had nothing to call his own.
Getting into the Mustang with Edmund shouldn’t have felt as comforting as it did, not with the way Edmund gripped the steering wheel or the way the muscle in his jaw kept twitching. Neither of them said a word for several blocks, but when the silence grew too
