“Need a lift?”
“How did you know where I’d be?”
“Wormwood isn’t the only one keeping tabs on you. Get in.”
I consider it and decide that if Abbot wanted me dead too, he could have just run me over.
I go around to the passenger side of the Ferrari and get in.
“Nice wheels.”
“Awesome wheels,” he says.
He rolls up his window and hits the accelerator. The car takes off like a rocket and he pilots it like someone who’s been doing it for a while.
“Did you burn my car so you could give me a ride back?”
“No. But I saw who did it.”
“Who?”
“Audsley Isshii.”
Some people seriously need to get a new hobby.
“I wonder why he didn’t wait till I was in the car before he lit it up.”
“Because I told him I’d be upset if he did that.”
“Thanks. Why?”
“You did a good job with Death.”
“You think?”
“Of course. People have started dying in droves. They estimate almost a hundred thousand since last night.”
“I haven’t watched the news since yesterday.”
“You ought to.”
“That’s what my boss says.”
“Speaking of bosses, have you had a chance to reconsider my job offer?”
“Honestly, no. It’s been an eventful few days.”
“I can match and beat any offer anyone else makes you.”
“Why do you want me so much?”
“I just told you. You handled the Death case so deftly.”
“And because Wormwood is so hot for me.”
“That too.”
I think about it as we drive.