It's a long, awkward drive, but it was necessary. For me, because Veronica's my friend, and maybe I don't owe Logan a fuckin' thing, but Vee's a different story. When I get home, I'm wary, but okay, and I park the car in the garage, walking through the house and out the french doors into the back.

"Hey, Farmer Joe," I call, careful not to traipse through and of the flower beds he's tilled off.

"How's it goin'?"