QUOTE : Where are we going?” I asked. It might have been a better question to ask before I'd gotten into the black Mustang with Konstantin, but I hadn't wanted him to leave without me. And did it really matter where we were going? I had no place to be. No place to call home.<br /> “I don't know.” He glanced in the rearview mirror, watching the diner disappear behind us as he sped down the highway. “Do you have somewhere in mind?”<br /> I shook my head. “No.” Then I looked over at him. “But we should find someplace where we can really talk.”<br /> “How about a motel?” he suggested, and when I scowled at him, he laughed. “If I was going to murder you, I would’ve done it already, and if I was just looking to get laid, believe me when I say there are easier ways to do it than this.