Yaegle drove at a slow, steady pace at exactly twenty-five miles an hour the entire time and never once checked his mirror. It was as if the man was operating on autopilot. As they passed the small downtown area, Drayco recognized some landmarks, and sure enough, they were soon in sight of the Opera House. He couldn’t escape it.
Yaegle pulled into the circular drive in front and parked his car, sitting and staring straight ahead. After five minutes of playing zombie-Earl, he turned his head to look at the building. Drayco pulled out a pair of binoculars and studied the other man’s profile. No emotion whatsoever, only a riveted stare at the building.
They sat there for ten minutes before Earl awakened from his stupor and started the car moving again. Drayco followed a few more blocks unti
