The request to join the man sets of a number of warning bells in Stevens mind but he agrees to accompany the man nontheless.
You agree to showing this guy what's what, and get in the truck with him. It smells like ass in there, though you really expected no different. Dude probably lives in here. You give exhaustive directions to him until the two of you finally get to the depot. The guy, upon you pointing it out, audibly facepalms.
"That was the fucking depot? Goddamn. I'm a fuckin' idiot," he mutters. "I thought that was a warehouse."
You resist the urge to point out to the man that a depot is basically one or more warehouses with a bigger parking lot and maybe a rail connection.
"You're a lifesaver, man. Here's for your time," he says, and quickly hands you some cash from his wallet without devoting the process much thought. You look at it.
It's about a thousand bucks in assorted bills. And he's got more on him. Quite a bit more.
"Now you can scoot along. I can take it from here," says he, smiling at you coolly.
Alex would call Kibbel.
"Hey! Good to hear from you," Kibbel replies on the other end. "Let's have lunch, shall we? Got a buncha things that need to be talked about, and my phone bill's expensive enough as it is. Downtown, Orlando's, one hour from now. Agreed? Agreed."
He hangs up.
Selina gulps, a little worried now.
"C-can we see how things go...? F-for a week? I... I want to help... i-it'll help me forget... forget what happened." Her face was a bit pale after saying that, but she was determined to not lose control.
"But," your mother begins, "do we just tell no one about this? Pretend everything is perfectly normal?"
"I don't think it's possible to keep this a secret from anyone, no," your father says, dragging his feet as he considers this.
"Then Selina will have to explain things to the police, the doctors and... ugh, the media, and who even knows who else? I... thought the nightmare was over already," she says. Her eyes look rather sad.
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