Chapter 9
“Something’s bothering you,” Gavin said to me Sunday morning. The three of us were at a diner, having decided we wanted more than the Continental breakfast the motel offered. I was uncommunicative, listening to them as they talked without putting my two-cents in most of the time.
“I’m putting together a plan, maybe,” I replied. “I’m not going to talk about it here, though.”
“Then let’s go back to the motel.”
“No. Let’s take a drive. We’ll find somewhere safe where no one can overhear us.”
Gavin glanced at Lorne, who shrugged, and they nodded. We finished eating and took off. A few minutes later I saw a park off to our left and pulled into the lot along one side. There were the usual walkers and bicyclists going along the paths, despite how chilly it was, so we joined them un
