Twenty-Seven
WE TOUCHED DOWN AT MCCARRAN International a couple of days later, just Dante and me. Seeing as though he couldn’t drive, we picked up a rental car under my name. Sexton had remained at home, refusing to go anywhere near Sinclair Senior. Maybe we were endangering ourselves, maybe we were safer there than anywhere – we didn’t know yet. It was a chance we were both willing to take.
I followed the satnav’s directions to a place Dante had punched in. He sat in the passenger seat chewing his nails and I tried to make chitchat.
“I mostly drove tractors at home but it sort of prepares you for anything. Even driving abroad. If you can drive one of those, you can drive anything. This automatic is a piece of piss compared to diffs and all that.”
“Yeah…?” He mumbled, not really listen
