I dropped an alka seltzer tablet into a glass of water and downed it in one gulp. I still had a headache from yesterday's telepathic sarcasm and, man, did it hurt.
The scenery wasn't helping my mood. Me and Abita were holed up in a fleabag motel near Lake Havasu. It was a place that didn't ask questions. And if you could get past the roaches and the Asian ladyboy hookers hanging out in the lobby, it could be a nice place.
But I had other things on my mind.
We hit the road this morning, Abita riding shotgun. I wasn't going to be at work for a while and I think they bought the cancer excuse. I figure that should buy me a couple weeks and maybe a couple more if I play the remission card.
It was clear we had to get out of Tucson. There were no cops asking questions, just my own demons coming out for house calls.
That first day I liked looking at the fountain. It gave me a sense of comfort.
By day two, I started noticing the water was muddy. Kate had me clean it out.
But it came back.
I cleaned it again. And it started getting darker, more red.
Blood red.
After cleaning it for the hundredth time, Kate suggested I get away for a couple days. She would stay in town and play off Scott's disapearance. Not like anyone was asking other than Hoagie, his old college frat buddy.
Tomorrow we'll be in Vegas and try to find Megan's friend and lay low for a little while. By then, I bet the fountain will be better...I hope.
Well, it's my vacation, hell, I'll make the best of it. Huh, the bed has one of those coin slots, I guess to get it vibrating.
"Abita, turn down the covers for us. I think I'll take a trip to the lobby."
Abita barked in pleasure.
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