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Alexis looked out the windshield of the Cadillac, that malice kissed smile there for any of the dozens of people waltzing through the crosswalk to see if they happened to glance over. She and the car sat at a T, the canyon road finally emptying its asphalt river at the threshold of the Pacific, the dark bulk of which could be seen through the crosswalkers and across the street.
The jumble of lights and cars and scantily clad people were disorienting after all the dark emptiness and violence of the canyon. The energy of it all carried an insectile buzz which battered its thin leathery wings against the closed windows of the car. Alexis could feel the difference in pressure, she felt as if the car had been dropped into the deep. She clenched her jaw and mentally pushed out against the battering stress.
She maintained some semblance of calm, was able to keep from pressing down on the gas and mowing over the pedestrians, by focusing on the miles of inky black ahead of her. There was something about the eerie, seemingly infinite nature of it that made it seem easy to drown her anxieties in.
Those fuckers though, they leave corpses that float, corpses that come back and incriminate you.
She tapped aimlessly on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to change. She tried to dive deep into the thoughts of what needed to be done as a way to keep the car from imploding from the pressure.
She was going to have to track down Frank. She was going to have to do something to help protect him from an army she had unwittingly unleashed on him. She knew that she was possibly too late, that she was possibly walking into another trap set for her.
Alexis dropped out of her focused white noise, immediately forgot about the buzzing crush around her. Why would she put her life on the line for Frank? She didn’t have reason, but she just understood that it would happen. The two of them had an odd camaraderie that went beyond friendship, beyond conspirators. There was an understanding with Frank that she had never found elsewhere, and while she wasn’t necessarily prepared to put her life on the line, she would work pretty damn hard to make sure he wouldn’t have to put his on the line for her.
The light was getting ready to change. The automated system was blinking away the pedestrians to allow for a clear shot for cars making their turns onto the mighty coast highway. Alexis once again focused hard on the big stretch of open in front of her, searched her memory for spots along the coast that provided her what she needed.
Green fell down from the traffic signal and Alexis began moving. She honked the horn to scatter the lagging pedestrians to a few shouts and a crop of middle fingers leaping skyward. She hardly cared; she turned the beast to the right, to the north, towards San Francisco and thought about the long drive ahead.
She first had to take care of a small chore though.