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seen an off-road vehicle with tinted windows, let alone one with a driver. It all seemed a bit absurd until she considered the horrid condition of the road leading up to Wrichtishousis, which she had walked the afternoon before to reach the mansion.
    "Get in," Cody said, and after she complied, he slammed the back door of the vehicle behind her and the vacuumed silence suddenly had her ears ringing. Both men rounded the 4 × 4, their voices muffled by the airtight doors. Calisto sat forward, lip-reading what the anal one of the two was whining about.
    "You know he would never know if she disappeared. It's just you and me, mate. We can end her so easily," Cody grunted, rattling the car keys.
    "You have been watching too much telly again," Jason replied, as he reached for the passenger door. He shook his head at his colleague's intent. Cody was always hot-headed, not much of a social success due to his overt aggression and his tendency to take mundane things as personal attacks. He certainly perceived the intruder's efficient infiltration of the mansion as a personal insult on his abilities. There was some debate among the team members as to the comparison between his temper and the dark red hue of his hair.
    "So easily."
    "Get in the car, Cody," Jason smiled, and opened his door, surprised at the woman's sudden distrust of them. In her seat she sat with her arms tightly locked by her sides, ending in fisted hands, which were evidence that she was scared.
    "Don't worry. We are not the bad guys, lady," Jason assured her in his gentlest voice, while his friend fell into his seat and looked at her in the rearview mirror,
    "Yeah, and we only hurt bad people," Cody said. He started the car with a smile and looked at her again, raising his eyebrow, "You're not a bad girl, are you?"
    This time Calisto had no witty comeback and she quickly elected instead to look out the rapidly fogging window to digest the beautifully imposing manor. On their way to Canongate Cody looked in the rearview mirror at the beautiful woman with the lost expression in her eyes, peering wearily out the window at the beacons they passed as if they were breadcrumbs to her, marking her location so that she would not get lost.
    "Where are you from?" Cody asked in a loud voice that made her jump. She was amazed. It was the first normal question out of his usually pursed lips that did not contain some form of death threat. "You have an accent."
    "Oh, I am not Scottish, no. Grew up mostly in Spain. Then I stayed with my boyfriend in London and eventually ended up homeless in Edinburgh," her voice fell considerably on the latter, and she took pause before looking up at him in the mirror. "It's been a road strewn with broken champagne glasses that I've been walking barefoot, I guess." Calisto flicked her nails in thought. The two men looked at each other and the interior of the car fell silent for a while.
    "So where should we drop you?" Cody asked, trying to trivialize the woman's plight with an empty question of which he already knew the answer.
    "I thought I was headed for the Waters," she smiled. This time Cody did not explode. He actually chuckled and Jason was relieved. There was a light drizzle in the air, the tiny drops culminating in crystal streaks of glitter, which ran down the windows, but the day was relatively still. Jason turned on the radio and the sound of rock music pleased all three of them. Nodding his head to the beat, Jason looked back at Calisto. She had turned her head so far back that she had to prop herself on one hand to see properly, staring out the back window at the cars behind them.
    "What do you see?" he asked. The passenger quickly turned back to face him.
    "Nothing. I was just looking at the road behind us. It's a habit I had as a child, looking at how far I have come and what I am leaving behind, you know?" she said sheepishly, sharing her personal idiosyncrasies with two strangers who had chased her down like a dog just the night