It was a lot warmer than he expected as he got off the plane. He was so used to the cold, it kind of shocked him. The temperature on the television in the lobby as he passed read fifty degrees. That was warm compared to the daily in Canada in late December. He slipped his red jacket on and headed down to the car rental where he approached the man at the counter.
"How can I help you today, sir?" He asked cheerfully.
"I need to get a car. Oh, and here's this." Evan held up a finger while he dug around in his pocket for the card. The guy took it and immediately smiled. "Of course, you must be Evan. Mrs. Amanda said you can have whatever you need. Free of charge."
Evan grinned again at the kindness of the random stranger. "I need a vehicle with the biggest amount of storage space. And I need one with GPS, quickly, if it's not too much to ask. I'm in a hurry."
The man smiled and gave a curt nod. "Absolutely. Follow me."
Evan followed the man when he walked out from behind the counter and into the next building. He plucked a pair of keys off the wall and guided him to a black Suburban. Evan took the keys when they were offered. "Thank you. I shouldn't need this for more than a day or two."
"Take your time, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?"
"No, thank you. This will do." He smiled and shook the man's hand. He adjusted the seats and cranked up the heater when he got in. Before Evan pulled out of the lot he pulled out his phone and dialed Brock. As it rang he punched in Jonathan's address into the GPS on the dash.
"Evan?"
"Hey, Brock. I'm in North Carolina now. I landed about twenty minutes ago and I'm about to head out on the road now."
He heard a sigh of relief from his friend and grinned.
"Okay, good. I've got you on speaker so the boys can hear you."
"Hey guys."
"How long until you get to him, you think?" He heard Lui.
"Well, according to the GPS, it's about an hour drive from here. I've got a full tank and the roads are pretty empty so it shouldn't take me long."
"Good. Now go. We won't keep you any longer, just let us know what's up when you get there." Brock said and Evan ended the call, pulling onto the highway.
"What the hell else could you possibly want?!" Jonathan yelled at his father who stood drooping against the doorway, drunk. He was standing in the front lawn because he knew the man wouldn't come out in the daylight, where the neighbors could see.
"Huh?! Your wife is dead who you haven't talked to in fifteen years. Your only son let's himself be your punching bag. He cleans up your fucking mess! What else do you want from me?!"
Jonathan was burning alive he was so angry. He could feel the tears collecting at the corners of his eyes. His lip was stinging from it splitting last night. He could still taste blood on his teeth.
"Watch your tone with me, boy!"
Jonathan laughed and for a moment he thought the man might actually step into the yard. But he didn't. The neighbors were looking out the window in question, but he shook his head at them. It wouldn't do any good to call the cops. It didn't work the first time and it wouldn't work now.
