CHAPTER SEVENAlexis
They found a cheap motel well off the freeway, halfway
to Portland. Swede peered out the window between the closed curtains, while
Alexis stretched out on the bed and clicked through the ten available channels
on the small TV.
“Are you ever going to tell me what this is about?” she
asked, stopping on TBS to check out what might be a watchable movie.
“I told you,” Swede said. “It’s about the research.”
“Which tells me nothing.”
“Like I said--”
“I know what you said.” The movie was some cop flick,
full of stupid banter and chase scenes. Alexis muted the sound, tossed the
remote aside, and rolled over to face Swede. “You need to tell me more. I
wouldn’t have even come this far, if you hadn’t freaked me out. But I insist on
getting a few details. I’m not going
