11 Chapter 11

“All right, that’s not true,” he scolded. “I do have control. I can leave and try to find somewhere safe to hide, to live, where the cops won’t be looking for me. I’m sure I could become a nonentity in some big city.” He sighed. “Learn to be a construction worker for some small outfit who’d pay me cash and ask no questions. Or hookup with a smalltime crook and sell drugs. Uh-huh. Not.”

He jumped when two chipmunks dashed into the clearing, watching with amusement while they darted around as if playing catch-me-if-you-can before disappearing.

“Okay,” he murmured, getting back on track. “I could walk into a police station and give myself up. But I’d rather not when it comes down to it. That leaves me with one valid option. Take Alastair up on his offer. Do I have it in me to become some sort of secret agent? I guess I won’t know until I do find out what’s involved. I wonder if Mars would be the one…training me?”