"What happened? Did they catch Lynch? Are you all right?" King looked blindly down at her hand, then up at the worried expression on her face. A black hole was opening in his mind. He knew he should answer, but he couldn't focus on anything but the growing certainty that he knew who Lynch's "Boss" was. He shrugged away from Jesse's grasp, and continued toward his car in single-minded determination. Then he remembered, and turned back to Jesse, as she stood watching his actions in stunned silence. "Give me the keys," he whispered, and swallowed an urge to let his rage take hold. Jesse began to shake. She clutched the keys tightly in her hands and refused to acknowledge King's command. He wasn't going to shut her out like this. She wouldn't allow it. "What's wrong with you, King? What happened? Please, sweetheart," she pleaded, as an overwhelming fear began to replace her reason. Something was still very wrong. "Jesse," he shouted, "give me the damn keys." Shockey walked up just in time to hear their heated exchange, and knew trouble wasn't over after all.
