"The what?" Scarper asks.
"The human rider," you say. "He obviously came from somewhere, so we need to—"
"You were supposed to figure out how to help Clay," Scarper yells. "You already let Black Tarn kill that trucker, which I'm going to be dealing with for weeks. And now you've been dicking around trying to find a spear or something? You could not be more useless. Get in the damn van. We need to start fixing everything you did last night."
Running off on my own seems hopeless. Resigned, I back off from a confrontation and get in the van.
Clay shouldn't perish in ignominy if there's any way I can help. I get in.
I don't want Scarper getting so mad he wolfs out where people can see. I get in.
"You know what, Scarper? I think you and me are finished." I've got a possible location—this gun store in Northampton—and enough money for bus fare.
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