I got out, fired up the Le Mans, and followed her back to Callie’s, pulling in behind the Porsche. I sat for a moment, watching her walk inside. Then I followed her, feeling ignorant, poorly dressed, and scared.

The entryway was full of luggage.

“… south-southeast, about fifty miles,” Zion was saying to Williams, who was standing in the living room. Graham was sitting in the kitchen, toying with a coffee cup. I wondered if he’d moved at all since I left him there.

“Let’s go,” Williams said. He looked at me. “Get Kara.”

I obeyed without even thinking about it. Callie was in the bedroom with Kara, who was sitting up in bed, looking ill.

“Hey, guys. A tracker named Zion showed up. She has a line on Justine, so we’re leaving.”

Kara groaned. “So long as I don’t have to ride with Williams. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“I’m sure he didn’t mean to drain you,” Callie said, looking upset. “The fire just came so suddenly.”

“Yeah, well, he should’ve drawn more from you and less from me. Goddamn it. I feel like three-day-old shit.” She sighed. “Okay, help me up.”

Callie and I supported her out to the living room and set her down on the couch.

I thought about our travel options. There were six of us, and Justine would make seven, if we found her. Kara’s ride was a decrepit motorcycle. Williams’s van was back at the mill, trashed, and Graham’s car was out of commission. If he’d gotten a rental replacement, I hadn’t seen it out front. The Panamera seated four. We’d have to take my car as well.

“Who wants to ride with me?”

“Me,” said Kara immediately.

“I will,” said Graham, getting up.

Great. Many, many hours of guilt and awkwardness. I looked at Callie.

“Oh,” she said, looking uncomfortable. “I couldn’t possibly go. There’s far too much to do here. I have to get the Big Screen boycott up and running. I haven’t put any time into that for the last week.”

I stared at her in disbelief. She got to just stay here and pick back up with her normal life as Dorf’s moral gadfly? I looked around the room. No one else seemed surprised.

Williams stepped forward and touched her arm. “Thank you for letting us stay, Callie. And for helping with the strait.”

Well I’ll be. I wouldn’t have thought the man had one and a half vaguely gracious sentences in him.

“Yeah,” Kara said, “Thanks. And it was good to see you.”

Everyone trooped out. Over her protests, Williams just picked Kara up from the couch and carried her towards my car. I was left standing there with Callie.

“You’re really not coming?”