The trouble, when it started, started near the street maps.
This was Eva's fault in the way that things were Eva's fault, which was as expected….
She did nothing wrong….
She simply existed in a space the way she existed in everything, and the situation arose around her naturally.
She was holding a rolled map of London. Not buying it — studying it, one finger tracing a road with a focused interest as she was genuinely curious about it.
The shop was quiet. The late-morning light came through the old glass and landed on her Light green hair and her expression of focused contentment she got when she was learning something.
I was two shelves away.
"You're going to memorize the whole thing, aren't you," I said.
She looked up. The expression shifted to the small smile that started in her eyes first.
"I already have the main routes," she said. "I'm looking at the ones that aren't obvious."
"The ones that Victor won't take us to."
