Chapter 69
"How important, though?" He shrugged. "I don't know, exactly. " "How are you going to find out?" "Problem is, I am finding out. " "So what are you going to do?" He was quiet for another mile. "I don't know," he said. "You might get used to it. " "I might," he said. "But I might not. It feels awful deep in my blood. Like right now, middle of the night, heading down the road someplace I've never been, I feel real good. I just can't explain how good I feel. " She smiled. "Maybe it's the company. " He smiled back. "Maybe it is. " "So will you tell me something else?" "Like what?" "Why are we wrong about this guy's motive?" He shook his head. "Wait until we see what we find in Portland. " "What are we going to find in Portland?" "My guess is a carton full of paint cans, with abs
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