Lianna’s POV
The streetlights blurred past in streaks of yellow light, casting faint flashes over Stanley as we drove. We had just taken a left turn but if we had kept going, we would eventually end up in my neighborhood. Stanley stretched out and picked his phone and it lit up on the console. The glow washed across his cheekbones as he brought the screen towards him, highlighting the faint lines of etched into his face. He stred for a moment before locking his phone and turning towards me.
“It's almost nine,” he muttered, his voice low, sounding like an accusation. “You need to get home.”
I turned in my seat to face him. “No. We have the laptop now and we need to find out what’s in it tonight…”
“It’s late, Lianna.” His tone wasn’t sharp, but it was firm enough to feel like the conver
