“My sedan was too compromised,” she explained quickly. “Same for my phone and bag and everything else. If I didn’t want to lead Vann Jeger right back here, my only option was to dump everything. I couldn’t replace my phone, obviously, but I stole a new ride—” He gasped. “You stole a car?” “That’s what you’re upset about?” she cried. “Like Grand Theft Auto matters next to the freaking murder charge!” “Sorry,” he said with a wince. “You’re right. I was just surprised.”
