There it is.
"Where are we going?"
"North. Then west. Then wherever." He shrugged. "Consider it a trip. Two men, one car, open road, no supervision. Bonding."
"Bonding."
"That's the word, yes."
"Absolutely not."
"You wound me."
"You sent us into a Void Gate." The words came out flatter than I intended, which is how I knew they were the real ones. "Charles is dead. Dante's family has him behind private security and won't answer the academy's calls. Jordan's bleeding out of his ears. And now you want to take me on a road trip like we're going to fish and talk about our fathers."
The morning kept going around us. The valet kid had picked his phone back up and was pretending very hard to be somewhere else. A gurney rattled through the automatic doors behind me.
Vale reached up and took the sunglasses off.
