He’s looking at Grayson as I do it, but he gives me directions. They don’t sound like the way back to the apartment. “They aren’t,” Jack says. “We can’t go back to the apartment. Not with Grayson here along for the ride.” “I’ve already told you that I’m not leaving him,” I remind him, not wanting this whole argument to start up again. “I know, that’s why we’ll be heading to the Underground. Maybe they can work all this out. Pull over at the next gas station. The car will need refilling, and there’s stuff I’ll need to arrange.” I do it, and Jack gets out of the car, his cell phone out before he’s even left it. He heads into the gas station store, buying what look like bandages, and then heads for the men’s room, presumably to patch up his shoulder while he makes his calls. Will he be okay doing that alone? For a moment, I think about going after him to help, but Grayson’s there, and I know I need to talk to him more. “We could drive away,” Grayson suggests, out of nowhere.
