"You care about him that much?"
"Yes."
After driving for a while, before Denise let our conversation get deep, she decided it would be best if we had it while taking a stroll under the darkening night sky.
It seemed Denise was wary of the secrets I could spill and didn't want to risk me thinking of Gigs as a wary end.
"So how did you find me?"
"Through your last call, I tracked you to Colorado. I was at a loss of where to go when your trail went cold at Denver airport, but then the US Secretary died."
At this point, Denise paused her words, her eyes on me, watching for any reaction for some seconds, and then she continued.
"Connecting the dots between your last call and the flight that departed to London, I had a strong hunch and came here.
The assassination saw the implementation of a curfew which put a dampener on my search for you.
The private jet I hired even got grounded, and it was only yesterday, when the killer was caught, that restrictions were lifted.
