Christian looked back down at his phone. There was a little arrow pointing to the left. He touched it, and it went back to the map. But the little indicator of where he should go was now gone. He frowned, then shook the phone. But the red dot didn't come back.
"All right," he said. And really, which was better to follow to the next thing -- a red dot on a strange device, or a woman with summertime hair? He was willing to take the chance on her. Automatically, he offered his arm to her -- even though she was the one who would have to lead.
"And forgive me for asking, but it seemed you said that the streets moved?" She could have been joking, but it hadn't sounded like she was. She'd sounded very serious.