The trip had been quiet. Bern wasn’t much of a talker, but then, neither was I. I took the John Nolan exit off the Beltline, going toward the capitol. I knew stopping at Mel’s this early would do me no good. In fact, it would just increase the suspicion I was sure would be waiting for me. I knew Mel and she knew me. She would know I hadn’t come to Madison for a simple reunion. The farmer’s market was a horribly thin cover, but hopefully enough of one my friend wouldn’t be on alert immediately. I just needed her mind open long enough for me to explain that I was here to save a child, not just seek revenge on the sons. This route took us over Lake Monona. The water was still, blue, and if you looked in the right direction, endless. Just like I’d always believed the Amazons would be. “Thank you.” Bern’s sudden burst of conversation startled me. I glanced at her.
