Grudgingly, she touched the icon on the screen that activated the vehicle’s log. A pulsing red light and vehicle log summary superimposed on a map indicated that the car had been stationary on Puyallup Avenue for the past two hours. It took me a minute before I recognized the location: Charles Royer Station, a transportation hub that included a heliport and bullet train platforms. It looked as though the pair had bugged out of Seattle without returning their rental car. But just in case they were still waiting for a train, I decided to swing past the station. I didn’t have any clear idea of what I’d do if I found them there, and puzzled over what I’d say or do if I met them face to face.