Minions Chapter - 42. At the first traffic light, Devlin checked the glove-compartment and console for some air freshener. He still had a bad taste in his mouth from Whitely’s house and while he knew that it would pass, he wasn’t prepared to wait. The odour in Ikel’s car was nowhere near as over-powering as he remembered, in comparison at least, but surely Ikel would have something. He found some car deodorant and sprayed it liberally on both the car interior and himself. He reached for Glen’s list looking for the next ex-employee to visit. Whitely’s words about the limited value of visiting the others were loud in his mind, and he lost interest in any other impromptu visits. He pondered the rest of what Whitely had said, and in particular, he thought about his last questions. Even in hindsight, the questions were pointless. Whitely clearly had a long history with Glen, and as he rarely, if ever, ventured out of the house, then surely he was beyond the need for the mundane banter that Devlin’s answers clearly constituted. Unless, he thought, Whitely was genuinely interested in what he’d said, despite his apparent disinterest. He thought over his replies again, obsessing that it was he who’d missed the point. The traffic light changed and in an instant Devlin had an epiphany. Whitely had asked the questions not for himself, but instead to subtly make a point. If Glen lived and worked at LastGasp’, then why would he be on a morning suburban peak hour train? Devlin suddenly doubted that their meeting was purely one of chance. Five minutes passed, then ten and Devlin was no closer to being able to understand either what was happening or why it was happening. Most importantly, he couldn’t understand where he himself fitted into the situation. He tried to consider himself as just a casual passer-by, and one who could easily move on and forget about it all. Whether he was willing to turn his back on the money, legal money, on offer from Glen was another matter entirely. Whether he fully understood why or not, deep down he knew that he was involved in some way. More importantly, the messages that he’d been sent, conceivably from his stolen phone, and the information from Conrad told him enough to know that he couldn’t walk away.
