CHAPTER 35
The drive back to Cambridge was partly like an impromptu worship session, with Sandy regularly breaking out into prayer or song, and partly like a children’s slumber party, with Woong talking so fast he was the equivalent of four or five different kids rolled into one. Kennedy was glad he was unharmed. She didn’t know if under the surface he’d been more scared than he cared to publicly admit, but right now he seemed to relish the extra attention, and each time he told the story of his capture and rescue it grew more and more embellished. She wouldn’t be surprised if by tomorrow Woong was telling everyone that he fought Jackson off with his bare hands.
Dawn was quiet, and Kennedy was conscious of the awkward situation she and Sandy found themselves in, but she didn’t know how t
