Curtis sighed.
“Look, I’d tell you, but I don’t want you knowing. If they get to you on your way back to Peoria, maybe you’ll tell them where I’m going.” He glanced quickly at Lyndon. “I’m not saying you’d want to or anything like that, but…You could. If the situation was right. And I wouldn’t blame you. Not really. Maybe I’d do the same. Some asshole I met who dragged me into some s**t and cost me my job, versus whatever they’re going to threaten you with. It’s another right here.”
“So I should just trust you,” said Lyndon, stopping for longer than necessary at the sign. “The asshole who dragged me into some s**t and is probably costing me my job.”
He looked over at Curtis and their eyes met. To his credit, Curtis didn’t look away.
“You’ve trusted me this far.”
“I guess I have.”
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