For Our Eyes Only

Chapter 13

I had returned home three times today, and all three times had just flat out sucked.

I walked into the door, and reality rushed back to me.

What was I going to do now?

All I had now is Gus.

Lassiter's leaving, and Jules was...

What did I do before I pulled the fake psychic card?

I had left Santa Barbara.

Just a few weeks before I claimed to be psychic, I had just come back to reality and my hometown from years on a migratory adventure.

I had just driven my motorcycle around, spending time in whatever motel I could find.

I went on this trip because all I had was Gus.

No one else.

Gus can only do so much.

An idea tickled my thoughts.

If I came to San Francisco because of Jules, couldn't I leave because of her too?

I could go back to Santa Barbara.

My dad was there. Gus would be there, if I could get him to come along. My old police station. The Psych office. As much as I hated to admit it, I could be in the same town as Lassiter, too.

I could get a house other than the one that Juliet and I shared.

I would be okay again.

I made the decision.

My next stop was going to be Santa Barbara.