At seven past eight the next evening we got in the Buick. I
was pissed that Seamus wouldn’t let me drive but too tired and weak to argue.
He wouldn’t tell me where we were going, and it made for an uneasiness that
made me think of leaving his place and him. I didn’t have much money but the
gas tank was pretty full, so I knew I could make a start.
“Who’re we
lookin’ for?” It seemed like if he thought me well enough to join him on this
mission that he ought to share a detail or two with me. “That cowboy?”
“Don’t
worry about it,” he said. “You just make sure we ain’t bein’ followed.”
We pulled
in to the Black Bear Diner parking lot on Main in Fernley and Seamus chose an
isolated spot. There were only three or four cars in the parking lot and when
he shifted the Buick into park, I felt like his selection drew attention to us.
From whom I wasn’t sure, but I could feel my nerves binding a touch.
“Wait here,”
he said.
