“What’s wrong?” Mia whispered. “Are you stiff from driving?”
He still wasn’t used to anyone noticing the subtlety of what he did. Stifling a wry smile, he explained the ruse, and her eyes reflected quiet admiration. Søren allowed himself to bask in the pleasure for a few seconds before hobbling on to the next vehicle.
They browsed until a short, middle-aged man unlocked the office and stepped into the sunshine. This salesman wore an honest-to-God leisure suit in a fantastic shade of powder blue, and Søren was pretty sure they’d stopped making wide-collar shirts in the seventies. Paisley. That’s paisley. A cravat or a colorful scarf would’ve completed the picture, but no-instead, they got a badly matched toupee. Søren found himself staring in fascination at the red brown synthetic hair, tugged over the fuzzy gray bits.
But the man wore a wide smile at finding them waiting. “Morning, folks. Want a test drive or are you just looking?”
Søren gazed at Mia, as if the moon and stars shone in her eyes. “Whatever she wants.”
Her breath hitched a little, but she mastered herself swiftly. “How much is the Geo?”
Ah, clever girl. Never ask about the one you want most.
“Well, for such a pretty lady, I can make a special deal. Eleven hundred.”
Mia shook her head with every evidence of regret. “We can’t afford that. He’s on a fixed income, and I haven’t been able to find work.”
“Are you new to the area?”
“Yes, we just moved in.”
Søren could see the other man trying to work things out. “Well, it’s mighty kind of you to look after your dad.”
Her eyes widened, and she pressed up against Søren’s side. “Oh, he’s not my father.”
The salesman let that pass, but from the look he gave Søren, he was wondering how many magic pills it took for him to keep his new bride happy. “Why don’t you tell me what your price range is, and I’ll show you what I’ve got in the ballpark.” He paused and then added, “You know if you like that Prizm, I do offer weekly financing. No banks-”
“No credit,” Søren snapped in his best crotchety voice. “I don’t hold with it-never have, never will.”
Beside him he felt Mia stiffen in astonishment. He flushed with pride, even though it was a basic skill. As he’d told her previously, any competent voice actor could develop different tones for different roles.
Though they hadn’t discussed it, she said smoothly, “We really can’t spend more than five hundred dollars.”
The salesman scowled. “You should be in a junkyard, not on my lot.”
Mia gazed at him through her lashes, and he saw the other man melt. God knew he’d been on the receiving end of her doe eyes. Good thing this guy didn’t know how much of a shark she was.
“Well, if you’re sure there’s absolutely nothing…” She turned as if to lead Søren away.
“Wait.” Before they’d gotten ten feet, the dealer broke. “I guess I could make you a deal on that Toyota.”
“What year is it?” Søren asked.
“1994.”
“That was a good year,” he mused. “My old dog Kip was still alive then. By gum, that hound could hunt. Honey, did I tell you-”
“Yes, dear.” She fielded the “senior” non sequitur without missing a beat. “I know about Kip. The dog ran into a blind and brought out two ducks, and he hadn’t even shot them,” she added in explanation to the salesman, who looked bemused.
“That’s some hound,” the salesman agreed eventually.
Mia pretended to study the Toyota for the first time. “Hm. It has damage on the fender… and the bumper. There are rust spots at the bottom of the passenger doors. And this headlight is cracked.”
“Minor,” the salesman snapped. “If you want full disclosure, the air conditioner don’t work, and neither does the cigarette lighter. But the car runs, and for what you’re willing to pay, you won’t do better.”
Hard to argue that.
Mia said, “Well, we like the fresh air and neither of us smoke. That Toyota would be perfect, and you’re the sweetest man ever to work with us like this.”
In short order, they bought the car for cash and drove away. Mia took the wheel until they’d gone a few blocks. At Søren’s request, she pulled into a shopping center and paused while he scanned the cars.
She regarded him quizzically. “What now?”
In answer he peeled the temporary plate card out of the back window and popped a plate from a vehicle of identical make and model, but different production year. It would attract less attention. He knew from experience, cops took note of thirty-day dealer cards.
As he straightened, he found himself very close to Mia. Her skin glowed bronze in the morning light, so warm and lovely he couldn’t resist running a fingertip down her cheek. She reacted with a little shiver, and her response went through him like a blade.
“You were amazing back there,” he said.
“Right back at you. Shall we press on?”
He nodded; there was no real alternative. Søren climbed into the car and drove.
His eyes felt gritty now. The coffee and sugar from breakfast were starting to wear off, siphoned by the use of his ability at the dealership. Rest would be helpful-and with Mia nearby he might even sleep-but they had to push on. Getting to safety was the first priority, and then they had to lay their own plans: a trap for the unwary.
Running could only take you so far.
CHAPTER 20
It was afternoon, and Mia thought her kidneys might vibrate out of her body.
Breaks at various service stations had carried them from Kentucky into Tennessee. Søren had stopped to fill the trunk with provisions. She didn’t ask his plans because he seemed to prefer doling them out in tiny nibbles. But if his enemies took her, she couldn’t reveal what he hadn’t confided. Pragmatic to the point of painful, no doubt, but that was the world she lived in now.
At times it felt as if she’d passed through the magic glass, and she’d wound up on the other side with Alice, warding off “drink me” bottles and perpetually late rabbits.
Enormous trees patterned the pavement with jade-tinged light. They were high in the mountains, winding along a road that was a little too narrow for her peace of mind. When they turned off said road, she thought Søren might have gone crazy. It was touch and go for a while; she thought the Toyota might not make it over the ruts and overgrown weeds.
Then they came to the cabin at the end, an actual log cabin.
She’d never seen such a thing outside of pictures. Never imagined she’d stay in one. If his “cabin” in Virginia had been tourist-rustic, this was for-real rustic, like someone’s grandfather had built it with the sweat of his brow, maybe after a barn raising.
Søren followed the faint path around to the back. Once he turned off the engine, it continued to tick over, a mechanical cicada protesting the silence. Out here, Mia could hear the birds calling in the trees with perfect clarity, which was somewhat horrifying.
“It used to belong to my parents,” he said quietly. “My real parents.”
“Used to.”
“Yes.”
She let that pass for now, as she really wanted out of the damn car. Her ass was both numb and vibrating, a particularly unsettling combination. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for decades.”
“I doubt they have. My parents are getting on in years, and my sisters aren’t much for the mountains.”
Mia climbed out of the Corolla with a moan. “Are you positive the new owner won’t mind us being here?”
“Positive.”