The car carried only the low hum of the engine, the quiet stretching too long to be comfortable. Buildings passed in a blur outside, but neither of them seemed interested in them anymore.
Drogo was the first to break.
He glanced sideways, watching her for a moment before speaking. "I know this is bold of me to ask, but why are you suddenly so quiet?"
Karen didn't answer. Her gaze stayed fixed on the window, her eyes distant.
He exhaled lightly. "Silent treatment is my thing. Get your own."
That got her.
She turned her head slightly toward him, her voice lower now. "She knew my surname."
Drogo's brows pulled together. "What?"
"That detective," Karen said, her eyes narrowing faintly. "She knew my surname. My actual one."
He frowned. "Which is?"
"That's besides the point."
He let out a short breath, shaking his head. "Right. Open up about your problem, but don't actually say the problem. Very helpful."
Karen didn't react to the jab this time. She just looked ahead again.
