“What’s your name?” I ask after we’ve been driving for a few minutes.
“Fallon,” she whispers, almost inaudible.
“I already know that. What’s your last name?”
I need to make sure she’s not related to Victoria before I let this go any further.
“Brice,” she says hesitantly.
Brice… I tap my fingers against the steering wheel. I’ve never heard of anyone by that last name before, but I’ll still have someone look into her when we get to the safe house. I have to be sure. I know just the person to do that.
Although, I’m sure my brother will not be happy that I’m contacting him for a favor.
I think further on questions I should ask her like this is a fucking date, and I didn’t just pay one million dollars for her body.
“Where are you from, Fallon?”
“Sun Valley.” She doesn’t offer any more than the bare minimum.
“Have you always lived there?”
“Yes.” A second passes, and then she asks the question that dooms both of us. “What are you going to do to me?”
Gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, I grit my teeth and answer her truthfully.
“I don’t know yet.”
I just don’t fucking know…