CHAPTER FIVE
After the first few minutes, the silence in the car had become too heavy, so Max turned the music on. Soothing jazz filled the interior, and the murmur of music calmed Ariel. Her fingers relaxed gradually, and she spread them over the bag she had laid in her lap.
Max surveyed her moves from the corner of his eye. Earlier, he had noticed her hands balled into fists, and the man congratulated himself for choosing the right music to help her decompress.
The man didn’t like what he read into things. Ariel, he knew, left the impression of being a daredevil, and she was never scared. Right now, she looked like a terrified bunny. The woman surveyed the street with hawk eyes and kept looking in the rearview mirror as if she were afraid that someone was following them.
“Would you m
