“I know next to nothing,” Yelena admitted. “But a person I trust says it’s safe and a good place to lay low.”

She pulled out onto the road and dialed the local police. “Hello? I’d like to report a stolen vehicle. I watched the guy steal it and abandon it at a gas station.”

She then rattled off the description of the minivan, the license plate, the gas station location and a “description” of the guy who “stole” the minivan. The description being the guy who owned the car she was currently driving.

What? He had it coming.

“So why are you going there?”