Boston—a few moments later
Jenkins slowed the car as he approached Tolevi’s house. There was someone out front with a bike, waiting by the driveway, back to him.
A girl, but not Borya.
There was Borya, coming up the driveway with her own bicycle. She hopped on. The other girl started riding as well.
Is that Chelsea Goodman?
Jenkins got a good side view as he passed. It was Chelsea. What the hell was she doing with Borya?
He turned at the next corner, then accelerated away. He had to think about this.