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Tommy drove to Lucy’s from Harbor Station, switched vehicles, and thanked her. He was so angry at himself, he worried he might drive his own truck into a wall. Lucy looked at him questioningly.
‘Is this about Buck?’
‘Nope, nothing to do with Evan,’ Tommy lied.
Lucy leaned in close to him and put a hand on his shoulder. ‘Do I need to be worried?’ her words were soft and her concern undisguised.
More calmly, Tommy said, ‘I just need a drive.’ He needed to get out of the city. Desperately.
Without thinking, he found himself circling the 118. Tommy was about ready to scream, and berated himself to just fix it. Fix what he had fucked up.