5 Chapter 5

“So…what do you do?” Adam started, hoping to distract Scott from asking the same question. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything.

“I’m a writer. Horror mostly. Some thrillers.” His mouth canted. “Which means I spend most of my time watching Colette and running errands for my mom.”

“Oh. Have you published anything?”

“A few things. I have a couple books that got me advances and that was pretty much it, so I’ve been doing mostly short stories for the past few years.” Scott took a long sip of his beer, bending his leg so the left ankle rested on his right knee. “So why are you headed down to Florida? New job or vacation?”

It would be easy enough to lie. Scott didn’t know him—would never know him—and Adam could construct any life he wanted. He could be rich and successful and driving down to his summer home. But Adam dismissed the thought. He wouldn’t gain anything by lying.

“Neither, actually. Well, I hope I find a job there. But if not, I guess I’ll just start driving west.”