“Why are you hiding out here?”
I smile into my glass. “I’m not hiding.”
She closes the door behind her without turning away from me. “Then why close the door?”
I wave it off and she slowly walks over, aceepting that I don’t want to get into it.
“Did you see the thing about the people hanging from the bridge?” I ask as nonchalantly as I possibly can.
I see her face change, her smile dropping in an instant and she comes to a halt.
“I saw it with my own eyes. It was just around the corner from where I live.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Really?”
She nods and goes over to the fridge, opening it. “Two of them were the guys who attacked me on the subway.”
My mouth drops open. Mostly because I’m feigning surprise, partly because I’m amazed by how chill she is about it.
“And…how do you feel abo
