The faster Lyndon dropped him off and was home, the better.
The man had his hand on the buckle of his seatbelt as Lyndon pulled into the back of the hospital and the closest entrance to the lab. He parked and turned the car off.
“You’re not going to do anything shitty like try to steal my van,” he said, trying to make it sound simultaneously like an order and a calm statement.
The man shook his head.
“You sound like you’re already having a bad day.”
Yeah, Lyndon f*****g was. He gave the passenger a hard look, but couldn’t keep it up when the man turned toward him. Lyndon still had difficulties judging how far he could push people, and anyway right now he just wanted this over. He got out and pocketed the key.
He couldn’t help but notice there was no one here waiting for this paranoid
