#Chapter 78 – Keeping the Secret

As we move away Christian glances around for cameras, but those that I spy are as old and defunct as the gas station parking lot in which we stand – powerless, probably not used in years. I glance back towards the road, where traffic continues to fly by, apparently not noticing the scene before them – the mafia don’s son left in a puddle, the two soaking wet people fleeing the scene. Christian walks me around to the passenger side, quickly helping me inside the car before striding around to the driver’s side and climbing in himself, shaking his head like a dog to clear the water from his hair. He starts the car and begins to drive, fast, pulling out of the dark parking lot without looking over at me, with one hand on the wheel and the other still clutching the tire iron. Neither of us say anything as we move quickly through the city. Instead, I watch him, watch him drive, watch him think through the situation, figuring out all the angles and how to get us out of this. When we pass o