- LAWSON -
"Who the hell is this?" I ask. My words aren't accusing as much as they're confused.
The woman this guy has brought me is not Auraya. I can't tell who she is, because she's still out cold in the back of the SUV, but she's definitely not Auraya. The hair is wrong.
"Is she dead?" I ask, gaping, confused, bewildered.
We're still at the rest stop, though we pulled around the back where the parking lot is empty and obscured from the highway by the stone building full of restrooms, snack machines, and maps. On the other side of us, there's nothing but dense trees.
"You think I would bring you a dead woman?" He sighs, leaning on the door. "She should be out for awhile longer."
"This is not the woman you were supposed to get. Take her back and get me the right one," I glare at him.
He pulls out his phone and points to the picture I sent him. "This one," he says. "That's who she is."
