You can only think of one way to answer her, and that’s because you’re a stupid, stupid man: “Yeah! Yeah, I do!”
Something grows very dark behind Jessie’s honey-brown eyes, and her features harden. “That’s what I thought,” she replies flatly.
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No one ever does find you, or the driveaway Thunderbird you were supposed to take to San Diego. It’s days before you’re overdue, and with no one on the road to see you or Jessie…well, even the world’s greatest detectives would never be able to follow a trail that cold. Like thousands in America every year, you simply disappear as if you never existed. |