Chapter 77

Gideon was moving fast, but Jesse fell in step beside him without problem. “Where are we going?” Jesse ventured, after several minutes of silence.

“Home.”

Gideon was taking him back to his home? Jesse bit back a dozen more questions. Where was home? Why not just give him a few bucks for a motel? Did he always seem this angry about helping people? But the answers to those questions didn’t seem terribly important, because homemight be warm, and have a comfortable couch, and honestly, Jesse was exhausted.

Gideon didn’t volunteer any more information, and Jesse didn’t try to engage him in conversation. It seemed like a better idea to just keep his mouth shut and follow him. Until they reached a building that didn’t look like it could be anybody’s home.

“Is this it?”

Gideon ground to a halt and leveled an inscrutable gaze at him. “I don’t do the cemetery thing. It’s clichéd and dirt gets everywhere.”