17

17

“Well . . . that was unexpected,” Jason says, once we are alone in the car and driving through the night of Grand Junction.

“To say the least,” I agree.

“What do you make of it?”

“I’ve seen the original Mission: Impossible and just about every spy movie ever made . . .  So, usually when the former mentor, the only person you think you can trust, suddenly shows up from being presumed dead, that’s rarely a good sign.”

“You don’t possibly think he’s tied up with the Marching Tides, do you? Why would Zeke be working to destroy his own empire?”

“No . . . I don’t know . . . ” I say, thinking of the twitching fingers. Zeke was definitely hiding something. “I just have a bad feeling . . . ”

I refrain from revealing that Zeke expressed concern Jason might be tied up with the Marching Tides, or might even be the mysterious ‘Rick’, himself. Or, for that matter, that I’m not entirely convinced that Zeke is wrong