Jameson Miles The Stopover Novels & Stories

James said to the driver, seating up all of a sudden as his interest was piqued already. The driver accelerated more, making the car move faster as they sped down the narrow road. James continued to glance at all the houses, his head whipping to and fro. He just wanted to know where his brother came from and that was all, he had no other use for the rest of the information now. “Stop there.” He said as he saw some security discussing with each other. The driver quickly jerked the brake, making the car come to an abrupt halt as he hurriedly loosened his seat belt to open the door for James. Immediately, James flung out of his car as he walked towards the security.

Alyssa began, trying to strike up a conversation and lighten the mood. "Oh, did you live in Kontina for a long time?" Miley asked, looking surprised. "15 years, to be precise," Jameson replied with a smile. "Well, you are almost a local then. You lived there longer than me. This is my third year living in Kontina after my marriage," Miley remarked. Eager to participate in the small talk, she casually asked, "I wonder, what's your profession?" Jameson merely replied, "I was in the trading business."

Suddenly he went completely silent. For next two hours, James said nothing, just kept sitting in front of Miles's tombstone . He tried his best to make James to react but James didn't even responded to anything. And after two long hours, suddenly James stood up from the ground. Giving a final look to Miles's tombstone he turned on his heels. "We are going back. I don't want to spend even a second more in this city of stones." He said and took Cal's hand to let him walk beside him.

“Well, then, at least we’ll go down knowing that we tried.” Maxwell muttered an expletive and shook his head. “You and your father have lost your goddamn minds. Jameson grinned. “And yet, here you are.” Maxwell shot him a glare but did not dispute. I turned to Jameson. “How long is the drive?” Jameson hesitated. “Five hours. Perhaps six, if the road is still there. Maxwell groaned. “What the hell does that mean?

Xavier asked. "It's an outstation transfer. Her company has a branch there." Xavier jotted down the address, ended the call, and bought plane tickets to Fresnia. He flew for over ten hours before finally touching down in Lyondale. He couldn't read Fresnian, let alone the street names on the signboards. He used a translator app and asked around for directions until he finally found himself outside Serena's office building. He stood at the entrance and waited from afternoon until evening. When night fell and the street lights came to life, he finally spotted her leaving the building.

“I won’t stop you.” Three hours later, Miles was on a flight heading south. The cabin lights were dimmed with most passengers asleep. He stared out at the dark sky, lost in thought. A message from his assistant showed that Wendy’s last known location was a small town in the south. He imagined seeing her. Would she still be angry? Would she refuse to meet him entirely? The plane hit a light patch of turbulence, and he gripped the armrest. “We’ll be the same as before,” Miles whispered to himself.

Charlie trailed off. “Oh. She was my last foster mom. Really cool woman,” James clarified. “Okay. What we’ll do then is just drive straight through the night and get some sleep at a motel there in Albuquerque. That way you will have some time to see them.” He was taken aback. “Wow . . . thank you. I don’t want to cause any delays or anything.” Charlie chuckled warmly. “Nonsense. We’ve got plenty of time.” “Hey Tres,” said James, directing attention to his friend, “now Joey will get to thank you in person.”

I hadn’t even known the band was separating. And suddenly my jealousy and anger were overwhelmed by fear. “Then we’ll just have to outfit you with one of those GPS bracelets for convicts,” Miles said, with no indication he was joking. Then he turned back to the group. “We reconvene in Athens in two months, people. Show up ready to work.” Finally he looked specifically at me. “Ms. Reynolds, I assume this will be the last I’ll be seeing you?” I glanced at Derek. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me.

There is space for us on the mile, sir. Vincent nods and Davis speeds up after coming to a four-way stop and aims us back toward the flashing lights of downtown Chicago. To a future I neither want nor have any expectations for once our car comes to a stop.

I asked Miles, even though I was already doing the mental calculation. “Yes, if we make a stop for the night, we would have about an hour left to cover tomorrow morning.” “Okay then, order the team to make a stop in the next few minutes. I think there’s a pack close by that can accommodate everyone.” Miles gave me a curt nod, and even though he didn’t say anything else, I already knew that he was currently dishing out instructions using the mental note. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to wonder what Zira might be doing at this moment.