I’m leaving nothing to chance, no footprints, no clothes fibers. And since I didn’t write my name in blood or draw a drawing of a devil head, I think I’ll be all right.”
“Of course you will,” Leonard said.
“I’m going to get rid of the guns tomorrow. Except my automatic. I didn’t use it. It’s still clean.”
“Hate to see them go,” he said.
“Best bet, though. I know a good place to ditch them.” Leonard nodded.
“Vanilla, what she did,” he said, “she didn’t do it for me. It was for you.”
“And herself.”
“What I can’t figure is how you got someone like Brett, and then someone looks like Vanilla, to be attracted to you. As a queer, I got to say, I don’t find you attractive at all.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” I said. “Minus the queer part.”
“But, you know what?”
“What,” I said.
“I love you, brother,” he said, without looking right at me. “And you’re the reason I came back from the dead. That, and the fact it’s cold over there. And dark.”
“Still,” I said, squeezing his hand, “I’m not giving you that damn hat back.”
