Chapter 83: RYDER

“Where are we going?” She whispered the question as we were being driven through the quiet early morning New York streets by the two very stoic men up front.

“I have no idea; they didn’t say. Are you nervous?” She turned to look out the tinted window while keeping her hold on my arm, where she had hers wrapped around my elbow.

“Not really. Isn’t that strange?”

“I know what you mean. I was thinking the same thing earlier.” I don’t feel this at ease around men I hire myself and have known for years.

“Have you noticed, though, how quiet the street was when we left the apartment?”

“It’s early.”

“Yeah, but this is New York; there’s always someone outside, no matter how late or how early it is. I don’t think there was even a pigeon on the sidewalk.”

I’d noticed that, too, and didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to spook her, but I was pretty sure the two men up front had something to do with that. I wouldn’t be surprised because all of Lyon’s men seem to have some sort of tactical trai