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She looked away.
I continued as if she'd given me a positive response. I got out of the
car and locked her in. I still had the pistol tucked down in my waistband,
concealed by Kev's jacket.
I went into the Burger King, got two different flavor milk shakes, and
came straight back to the car.
"Here we go then, chocolate or vanilla?"
She kept her hands by her sides.
"I tell you what, I'll have the vanilla; I know you like chocolate."
I put the shake in her lap. It was too cold for her legs; as soon as
she lifted it up I said, "Come on, then, let's go to the shops. You can
bring that with you."
I got her out, closed the door, and locked up. I did nothing about our
fingerprints; no matter how hard I tried, I'd never get rid of them all, so
what was the point? I opened the trunk, pulled out the bag with the bits and
pieces I'd bought at Shannon, and threw in the trash bag full of
bloodstained clothing.
It looked like rain. We walked toward the shopping mall; I kept on
talking to her because the situation felt so awkward.
What else do you do, walking along with a kid who doesn't belong to you
and doesn't want to be with you?
I tried to hold her hand but she refused. I couldn't make an issue of
it with people around. I gripped the shoulder of the jacket again.
There was everything in the shopping center from a computer discount
warehouse to an army surplus store, all housed in long one-story units that
were like islands in a sea of parking lot.
We went into a clothing store, and I bought myself some jeans and
another shirt. I'd change as soon as I'd had a shower and got Aida's blood
off my back and legs.
At an ATM I drew out three hundred dollars, the maximum allowed on my
credit card.
We came back out to the parking lot but didn't return to the car. I
kept a firm grip on her as we walked toward the hotel across the road. As
we got nearer I could see that the Best Western was in fact farther away
than I first thought, separated from the main drag by a row of single-story
office buildings. Our view was of the rear of the hotel.
Looking each way, it was obvious that the junctions that would lead us
around to the front of the hotel were miles away. I decided to take a
shortcut. The traffic was heavy, and the road system hadn't been designed
for people on foot. I gripped Kelly's hand as we dodged to the median strip
and waited for another gap. I looked up at the sky: it was very overcast;
rain couldn't be far away.
Drivers, who had probably never seen pedestrians before, beeped
furiously, but we made it to the other side and scrambled over small
railings onto the sidewalk. More or less directly in front of us was a gap
between two office buildings. We went through and crossed a short stretch of
vacant ground that brought us into the hotel parking lot. As we walked past
the lines of vehicles I memorized the sequence of letters and numbers for a
Virginia plate.
The Best Western was a large four-story rectangle, the architecture