Krista POVThe Holland Tunnel swallowed us whole.Fluorescent lights strobed overhead in the yellow-white rhythm of every tunnel I had ever been in, and the traffic ahead compressed into a single lane of brake lights, and Dante drove with the focused economy of someone who understood that aggression was less useful than precision in a space where everyone was moving at the same constrained speed.I had Rachel's cross street on my phone. I had fifteen minutes, maybe twenty, before Alex's driver cleared the Lincoln Tunnel on the uptown side.I used the tunnel time to think."Patricia Owens does not know we are coming," I said."No," Sophia said from the back seat."She does not know Alex is coming either," I said. "She thinks Thursday is the plan. She called Rachel this morning to confirm Thursday and then her phone went silent. She may have put it on silent herself. She may be at the grocery store. She may be completely unaware that this morning's courthouse filing changed everything."
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