"Get a hot dog and a soda to go," he said. "On me."
"But — "
"I want you gone," he said, and there was naked fury in his blue eyes now, an unreasonable anger that had nothing to do with me. I understood that. I'd come to town, and his brother was dead. Even if one had little to do with the other, he'd want me gone.
It was how I'd been with Rahel in the car. All that suppressed terror and fury and grief finding a target.
And he was right to blame me, after all. The blue sparklies had been my doing. Maybe his initial accident had been fate, but the rest had been me.
I crumpled the money in a fist, thought about refusing it, but I couldn't deny that I needed the help.
"Thanks," I said softly.
He didn't look at me again, even when I insisted on paying for the hot dog and soda. Just rang up the sale and stood mutely to the side, staring at the floor, while I walked out into the hot Arizona morning. I slid on sunglasses and breathed in the crisp, clean air. It smelled like fresh sage and the hot metallic stench of gas and oil. My Viper was parked around the side.
When started the car, I looked in the rear view mirror. Ed was standing out front.
Why? I had to ask myself. Why did I stop here? Of all the places I could have picked … why here?
It might have been Rahel's doing, but I doubted it. Truth was, I'd have ended up here somehow. Power called to power. Fate had plans for me, and there was no use at all in fighting it.
I had a long, long way to go to find that peace and quiet I'd been craving.
I waved at Ed, pulled out onto the freeway, and headed for parts unknown.