For one thing, it meant they could return home even earlier than they’d agreed, which would mean he could start poking around in his father’s background sooner than he’d thought. For another, the flurry of telephone calls and emails that she and Naya were exchanging meant that she’d be occupied during the trip back to Pittsburgh and wouldn’t want to discuss Wynn/Nguyen and his request. Not yet, at least. He trusted Sasha’s judgment and valued her input tremendously—as much as Hank’s, maybe even more. But he needed more time to process what had happened at the Blue House. He glanced over at the driver’s seat. She was white-knuckling the steering wheel. The road was clear and traffic was light, so he assumed her death grip was the result of stress over her case and not the driving conditions. But just in case, he asked, “Do you want to switch?” “What? No. I should drive now, while Naya’s revising the motion to include my edits.
