Nanokill Chapter 9
Cambridge MA
Cage drove Peter to MIT in her beat-up car.
“I thought cops all drove around in Porsches.”
Cage laughed, “That’s spies. The car was my father’s doing.”
“He gave it to you?”
“Just the opposite,” she said as she navigated the traffic on Storrow Drive. “He hated foreign cars. He was a World War Two vet. He was wounded in the Pacific.” There was a pause as an Audi cut in front of her and shot through a yellow light that had just changed to red. Cage took it in stride. She wasn’t a traffic cop, her beater wasn’t a prowler, and she kept her portable flasher tucked away. “He came back from the war, married my mom, and became a cop. He never talked about the War.” She didn’t move when the red light turned green. The car behind her gave a short beep. She started moving again. “He never wanted me to be a cop, and really, he never wanted a daughter. I was afraid of him my whole life. I was even afraid to buy a foreign car. At the end when he got sick we got closer. Now that he’s dead, we can talk.”
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