~ SASHA ~
Nick stared at her, but didn't respond. Then he looked around, back and forth, as if someone might be watching them. His face was tight. "We have to get back into the car before they get suspicious."
Sasha gaped at him. After all that, that's what he had to say? She wanted to scream—and they would be able to tell when she got back to the car? Ugh, it was like living in a fishbowl. She couldn't get away from these people! "So, they're recording everything?"
"Everything. Let's go."
Sasha balked. "How do I know there's no bug on you now?"
Nick shrugged. "Would it matter if there was?"
Sasha stared at him for a long moment, then she just gave up and huffed. "I guess not."
"Are you going to tell them everything you just told me?" Nick asked carefully.
"Are you?"
"I tell them everything, Sasha. You need to know that. I tell them everything." But he shook his head, very slowly.
