“Darlene doesn’t insult people, exactly,” Misha said as he opened the driver side door. “It’s more like she tells you how you’re deficient and expects you to be better immediately. She told Anya she needed access to my cell phone so she could screen all of my contacts and that she’ll call my parents if I’m out of contact for too long. One long weekend in place I don’t want to be found, and she’ll tattle on me.”
He got in and started the engine. “Say hello to the guys, Darlene.”
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