Page 16 of Wandering in Darkness
“Not… far…ish.”
“We’re not driving by.”
“It’s on our way home… ish,” Felix says. “If we hit it on the way home, it’s only twenty minutes out of the way. That’s like… nothing for a chance to be nosy.”
“I’m with Felix,” Lane says.
“Why are you with Felix?” I ask, unsure why I’m even surprised by this. “You literally have no idea what you’re getting into.”
But if there’s more happening that I don’t know about…
The waiter comes with our food and sets it down, leaving me to stare at my pancakes.
I know the man in the photograph can’t still be alive… right? But if it didn’t end with him… what does that mean for them… what does it mean forme?
And why would Grayson even be involved? He was only minorly involved before, so why would he concern himself with it now… he wouldn’t be doing it to keep them away from me, right? Of course not. He…
Why would he get involved? Why would he become embroiled in any of that?
I stare at the pancakes for a long while before I realize Felix is staring at me.
“Your breakfast is going to get cold,” he says.
“Yeah.” I finally begin to eat.
“Let’s let Cal make the decision,” Lane suggests. “Cal, it’s whatever you want to do.”
“It’s probably just some random field.”
“Might be,” Antonio says. “But if Felix wants to go, it makes me worried it’s some hard-core drug factory.”
“If Felix gets involved, he’ll suddenly find himself running the place,” I mutter.
“All of you are evil. That’s all there is to it,” Felix declares, as though any of us could possibly be mistaken.
“Evil or truthful?” Lane asks.
I give the man a look, and even though he can’t see it, I’m positive the look is strong enough he canfeelit. “Lane, don’t even pretend like you’re not right there with him.”
“I would never,” he says.
“Did you bring more than one weapon?” I ask. I mean… we all know he brought at least one gun after the ammunition fiasco in the back of Antonio’s car. The poor guy probably wants nothing to do with guns and all that nonsense when he’s just a normal citizen, but it’d be best if more than just Lane and I had a weapon.
Lane seems to debate the question, as if he wasn’t involved in the ammunition fiasco. “Not on purpose.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask.
“It means two accidentally came with me.”
“Holster and all? I saw it on your lap.”
“I saw nothing,” he says, as if that proves it wasn’t there. It makes me snort and the others laugh.
“Can you give your spare to Felix or Antonio, then? Just in case? We will drivebyand wave at the empty field,” I decide. “Lane, when we’re done eating, try calling Grayson again. I don’t really understand why he’d want me to pick up the dog if the dog is nowhere to be seen.”
Lane pulls out his phone and tries again but shakes his head. “Right to voicemail.”
“Felix… I know you’re good at stealing shit… are you good at getting into things as well? Such as Grayson’s laptop so we can track the location of his phone?”
