“Are you sure Shade didn’t want to go missing?” Prometheus asked.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. Why?” Anne asked.
Prometheus drove the car into the fast food parking lot. “Seems like an odd place for a kidnapper to go.”
“You’re saying kidnappers don’t ever want a burger?” Anne asked. “Kidnappers are people too. They just, you know, kidnap people.”
“Right,” Prometheus parked the car. “Sorry I forgot to consider the feelings of kidnappers.”
“I’m just saying, are you saying Shade wasn’t kidnapped? Because I totally can’t think of a reason why she would leave of her own volition. None. Nope. Can’t think of a single one.”
Prometheus got out of the car. He brought his briefcase with him. “I was going to say that Shade might be trying to outrun those assassins you said she was worried about. Is there something you forgot to tell me?”
Anne refused to make eye contact as she walked towards the fast food place. “Don’t look at me like that.”
Prometheus was totally looking at her like that.