Things ran smoothly, more or less, though Sam retreated into her own thoughts again, interacting only when necessary. Lane worried, thinking that she was distancing herself from them for a reason. That night they ate at Lucky’s again, but no one complained. The motto of the day seemed to be: get along and go along. Or at least Lane had thought. Then, Al pulled a map out. “So, if Samantha’s father lives in Steilacoom, then that’s only, what, about two hours off our given route? I think we can make it by tomorrow afternoon.” Sam stiffened, “Who told you where my father is?” “Tess. She called us while you were in the hospital with the address. Said it was pretty tough finding it.” “I’m sure it was.” Chewing her bite of hamburger carefully, Sam looked out the window. It had rained that day, and in the twilight the glistening of the streetlights on wet pavement was rather pretty. But Lane knew that wasn’t what Sam was thinking about. If anything, he thought, she was weighing the pros and cons of making a run for it in light drizzle. She turned to face them again, “Seeing as we now know how my talent works, do you think it’s still necessary to see him?”
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