14
Demeaning the Bean
Alex, Bradley, and I traveled in silence for most of the ride home. Bradley was done with humanity for the day, maybe the week. Alex probably figured if he kept his mouth shut, he wouldn’t precipitate any undesirable questions. I just needed a little time to consider the plan. Or at least a plan.
I didn’t want to get ditched, and I knew I was getting dropped at home before Bradley. But if I came up with our next strategic step, maybe it would be harder for Alex to leave me in the dust.
I’d come up with a decent set of questions by the time we got back to Austin. And while questions were hardly a plan, asking them was one step closer. “I think there might be other victims. Is there any way to track them down?”
“How would you propose we go about finding additional
