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primary_asset) wrote2019-12-13 02:48 pm
primary_asset) wrote2019-12-13 02:48 pm
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Some people, John knows, would call this pretending.
It isn't. Not even close. John has done plenty of pretending in his life, he's been many men with many different names, and he's kept himself at a distance from dozens of people who could have cared for him. He knows what it's like to pretend. None of what he's doing now is pretending, but it is a little funny, all things considered, to be preparing for a relaxing weekend at Kagura not long after he and Karen have disposed of Patrick Brady's body.
He doesn't regret the man's death. Carolyn and her child are safe because of it. John doesn't ever imagine he'll want to change that.
It's the weekend before the last weekend before Christmas, which means Kagura isn't quite as busy as John knows it's going to get. He manages to secure a room for them, one with a rather large jacuzzi tub, along with a well stocked mini bar, and a hell of a view looking out down the mountain and over Darrow spread below them. They're also close to the hot tub, which John had made sure of when booking the room.
The tram has never been his favourite part of this trip, however. He's not bothered by heights, he's just very aware of how limited their escape routes are should anything go very wrong and when he glances at Karen, he can't help but smile just a little.
"They need to install another tram," he says in a low voice as they rattle up the mountain. "Or three."
It isn't. Not even close. John has done plenty of pretending in his life, he's been many men with many different names, and he's kept himself at a distance from dozens of people who could have cared for him. He knows what it's like to pretend. None of what he's doing now is pretending, but it is a little funny, all things considered, to be preparing for a relaxing weekend at Kagura not long after he and Karen have disposed of Patrick Brady's body.
He doesn't regret the man's death. Carolyn and her child are safe because of it. John doesn't ever imagine he'll want to change that.
It's the weekend before the last weekend before Christmas, which means Kagura isn't quite as busy as John knows it's going to get. He manages to secure a room for them, one with a rather large jacuzzi tub, along with a well stocked mini bar, and a hell of a view looking out down the mountain and over Darrow spread below them. They're also close to the hot tub, which John had made sure of when booking the room.
The tram has never been his favourite part of this trip, however. He's not bothered by heights, he's just very aware of how limited their escape routes are should anything go very wrong and when he glances at Karen, he can't help but smile just a little.
"They need to install another tram," he says in a low voice as they rattle up the mountain. "Or three."