Page 147 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“But you just said it was about the spider,” Edu pointed out.

“Forget about the fucking spider!” I snapped. “Get me some damn coordinates.”

We headed for the gate, but before we could leave, Scottie flagged us down, cursing as he kicked at the flat tire on his truck. Edu pulled over like the idiot he was.

“No! What are you doing? We have to catch her!”

“So, you want me to leave him on the side of the road?” Edu asked as Scottie opened the door.

“A flat tire is not an emergency,” I snapped.

“I beg to differ,” Scottie grumbled. “I was on the way to the grocery store to get food for when Quinn gets in tonight.”

“Nobody gives a shit!” I yelled. “Piper is leaving and I have to stop her!”

Scottie pushed between the seats and grinned at me as Edu peeled out of the drive onto the road. “Dude, you’re finally building a fire? That’s fucking awesome!”

“I’m not building a fire. There’s no fucking fire, only a wildfire that’s burning down the fucking forest.”

“Alright, it looks like they’re headed to the airport,” Dash said, crunching on something over the line. “I can’t believe she’s getting on a plane to escape you after what you two went through. She must really want to leave.”

“Not fucking helping,” I snapped at him.

“What you really need is some good music,” Scottie said, shoving to the front as he pressed buttons on the screen. “Where’s the good music? Edu, did you seriously get rid of the 80s channel?”

“There will be no fucking 80s music in this truck ever.”

“Come on,” Scottie said, trying to find a station as Edu slapped his hands.

“Just get me to the fucking airport!”

“I would if he would stop playing with the music.”

A song blared through the speakers and I groaned. “This is not a helpful song.”

“‘She’s Gone’.Hall and Oates. Beautiful,” Scottie grinned. “I’d say it’s perfect.

“Yeah, fucking perfect,” Edu grumbled. “Let’s remind him that the love of his life is gone.”

“Not the love of my life. Well, maybe. Fuck, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Scottie snorted. “Dude. Either you know or you don’t. Which is it?”

“She is! Fuck, yes, she’s the love of my life!”

“Congrats, man,” Edu grinned, flipping the station. “We definitely can’t listen to this shit. No 80s music in here.”

“It’s not 80s. That was 1973, and it was an excellent fucking group.”

“Not in this truck,” he said, searching for a song.

“We don’t need fucking music!” I said, my head pounding as stress hit me hard. I needed to get her back. Hell, I’d get on a plane and follow her across the United States if it meant keeping her.

“Yes!” Scottie shouted as Edu took a hard right and roared onto the interstate, pressing the pedal down.

“What the fuck is this?” Edu shouted.

“Good music!”

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