Chapitre 67: Chapter 67

I grinned in satisfaction, increased my speed, and pressed the button on the dash to activate the car’s phone system.

“Speak a command, please.” It was a warm, pleasant voice, the closest I could find that sounded like Portia Mann.

“Dial.”

“Name, please.”

“Theo.”

“Dialing the number.”

“Whoa! That’s wicked!”

“No, that’s Mother.” I glanced at the kid.

“Like the computer from Alien?” He was staring at the dash in something like awe.

“You’re familiar with that movie?” It didn’t surprise me how fast he seemed to bounce back from a devastating incident. At his age, I’d done the same thing. Maybe it was a kid thing. Maybe it was a Vincent trait.

“Yeah! When we were in Savannah, the guys didn’t realize I was in the room. Ma had a fit when she found out I’d seen it. I mean Jeanette…I mean…” His voice hitched, and just as quickly he looked miserable.

I found myself patting his shoulder. I didn’t know what to say. Quinn would know how to handle a situation like this.