Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jia stared out the window of the MX 60, happy Emma wasn’t saying anything about what had happened in the bar.
Erik and Jia had left a few minutes after the showdown, and he was now taking her back home—although she could tell he wasn’t going via the direct route. Technically, Emma was flying, but he had said something to the AI before Jia got inside, so she assumed the impromptu Neo SoCal tour was his idea.
She finally broke the silence. “I think I did the right thing.”
Erik looked at her, no concern or disappointment on his face. “So do I. My only regret is that I didn’t get to punch him. But doing what you did, especially where you did it, was important. If you think about it, you were just doing what cops are supposed to do.”
“Throat-punching people?” Jia smiled
