Madeline had not said a word since Austin showed his bad side, but her shaking had diminished. Just before getting onto the highway, Austin pulled over, reached into his travel bag, and pulled a bottle of wine and a glass. He filled the glass and handed it to Madeline, who accepted it without comment. Within a few minutes the wine in her glass was gone, and he quickly refilled it. Austin had a problem. He had a car with a few hundred pounds of gold and no plan. Madeline turned her head and looked at him almost as if he were a stranger, and Austin could feel her stare. “Austin, you scared me this morning. I am not sure if I even know you. I don’t like violence, and Austin, that was all that you were. You almost killed that man Simon, and that man Andre had his face punched in. You could have been arrested for what you did.” Austin just sat there and let Madeline talk. “There is something else that is bothering me. Austin, you seem like you are playing a game. I think you play games with everything that you do, and I pray that you are not playing a game with me.
