Caleb looked down at the fingers closing around his wrist. He put his bread on the plate and brought his free hand across the table.
"You watched the room?"
"I saw enough."
"Who else has it?"
The buyer's thumb pressed against his pulse. "You're worrying about the wrong woman."
He turned his wrist toward the opening between her fingers. His other hand held hers steady while he drew free, using less force than the roof handle had taught him to fear.
"Take your hand off me."
She followed his arm with her eyes. The composite face kept its smile while her fingers closed on the empty space above the table.
"You used to let me help."
"You brought clothes. I put them on."
"And the princess gets the rest?"
Caleb picked up the folded route slip. The garage address was still legible beneath the driver's base destination. He put it in his pocket before reaching for the duffel.
"Suzu chooses who she spends time with. So do I."
