Escape
“So now we play good cop?” I asked between awkward mouthfuls of tuna, following Luke back down the stairs to the living floor.
“I’m not playing anything with you,” said Luke. “And I’m not going to let them keep you here long. And while you are here, you’re a guest. Wander around if you want, talk to people-”
“Think I’ll buy into your cult if I hear the gospel from enough different people?” I asked.
Luke gave an exasperated sigh.
“We’re just offering you a chance to escape.”
“I don’t want to escape.”
“Well, a whole lot of people do, and we’re pretty desperate for your help.”
“Why?” I asked.
“If the captain’s reasons weren’t enough, I can show you mine,” he said with artificial indifference.
“No,” I said, not wanting to open up another tirade of hate for Joshua. “I meant, wh
