You Can Run But...
Luca shut his eyes, dumping himself back on the car seat, eyes now out of the window, calculating.
Derinem looked down at the phone, face blank and breath wavering, eyes on the phone, knowing the call was still ongoing, his thoughts flaring in all directions.
"He's playing with you," Luca told him; "he didn't shoot her."
He only hoped.
"Luca?" Damon's voice called out through the phone, "Aunt May passed on her smart genes, didn't she?" They heard a door jam shot: "Fortunately, our cousin is right."