He had known exactly where she was.
That was the thing nobody understood about Dimitri, the thing he had spent the better part of four months making sure nobody understood, which was that he always knew exactly where she was, not approximately, not roughly, exactly, the way his brain had been trained to track an asset through noise and distance and interference, except that training had nothing to do with it and he knew that and had been refusing to examine it closely ever since the vineyard.
