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"Drive," Matthew said, tossing the keys to her.
"You're just going to leave Louis in the parking lot?"
"What's another robbery gone wrong to the people down here?" He asked sardonically. "It gives the news something else to harp about for awhile. Drive."
Alexis pushed the keys into the ignition and turned it.
"Where?
"West. Go."
She pulled out of the parking lot quickly, but without causing undue notice, and headed west towards the fading suburban scatter and dark coastal canyons leading to the sea. She kept waiting for him to speak, but there was nothing save the humming of the Cadillac's engine. She cast a quick glance towards him. Matthew sat in the passenger seat, looking out the windshield with a small and sick smile on his face. When a number of minutes passed, with still no communication from him forthcoming, Alexis broke the silence.
"Hey Matthew?"
"Shut up."
"How'd you get there before me? To the bookstore I mean."
He let out a quick snort.
"I didn't, I had you, I was on your tail when you applied. I got in there right after you left and convinced Jeff to hire me. He's an easy, fucking mark." Matthew's face never left the windshield. "Then I slyly convinced him to hire you."
"Is Jeff dead now?"
"Shut up."
The apartment buildings along the road were growing larger and larger gaps between them. There were fewer and fewer street lights. With little competition, the street lights cast out a wider spray of illumination, but once the Cadillac passed out of the arc, it would be plunged into darkness whose intervals grew longer and longer. Alexis could see the dark silhouette of the hills before them, with a dark fissure of the canyon running through the middle. There were small signs of lights within the canyon that looked brittle and cold from there, they looked like some chemical flash meant to lure them into the gaping maw of a beast.
"How's Vanessa?" Alexis finally asked.
Matthew let out a small chuckle.
"Great, I'm sure she's pissed she can't be here herself."
"Maybe she'll get her chance to get at me anyway, some other time."
"Not fucking likely," he said, turning his head towards her and smiling like a death head skull.
She turned to him and flashed one of her disquietingly amorous smiles.
Matthew's intimidator crawled away quickly and he turned to face forward once again.
"Not fucking likely," he said again with quiet force.
"You're just going to leave Louis in the parking lot?"
"What's another robbery gone wrong to the people down here?" He asked sardonically. "It gives the news something else to harp about for awhile. Drive."
Alexis pushed the keys into the ignition and turned it.
"Where?
"West. Go."
She pulled out of the parking lot quickly, but without causing undue notice, and headed west towards the fading suburban scatter and dark coastal canyons leading to the sea. She kept waiting for him to speak, but there was nothing save the humming of the Cadillac's engine. She cast a quick glance towards him. Matthew sat in the passenger seat, looking out the windshield with a small and sick smile on his face. When a number of minutes passed, with still no communication from him forthcoming, Alexis broke the silence.
"Hey Matthew?"
"Shut up."
"How'd you get there before me? To the bookstore I mean."
He let out a quick snort.
"I didn't, I had you, I was on your tail when you applied. I got in there right after you left and convinced Jeff to hire me. He's an easy, fucking mark." Matthew's face never left the windshield. "Then I slyly convinced him to hire you."
"Is Jeff dead now?"
"Shut up."
The apartment buildings along the road were growing larger and larger gaps between them. There were fewer and fewer street lights. With little competition, the street lights cast out a wider spray of illumination, but once the Cadillac passed out of the arc, it would be plunged into darkness whose intervals grew longer and longer. Alexis could see the dark silhouette of the hills before them, with a dark fissure of the canyon running through the middle. There were small signs of lights within the canyon that looked brittle and cold from there, they looked like some chemical flash meant to lure them into the gaping maw of a beast.
"How's Vanessa?" Alexis finally asked.
Matthew let out a small chuckle.
"Great, I'm sure she's pissed she can't be here herself."
"Maybe she'll get her chance to get at me anyway, some other time."
"Not fucking likely," he said, turning his head towards her and smiling like a death head skull.
She turned to him and flashed one of her disquietingly amorous smiles.
Matthew's intimidator crawled away quickly and he turned to face forward once again.
"Not fucking likely," he said again with quiet force.
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