“Hey, baby,” a female voice said.
He glanced over and saw one of the club workers having a cigarette. She was looking at him with lust in her eyes.
“Taken,” was all he said to her before looking over to Caelan and Beth who were standing by the car, talking quietly.
“She's a lucky girl then,” the stripper muttered.
He raised an eyebrow at her. She thought he was straight? He almost laughed.
He walked over to Caelan and kissed him deeply. “Let's go,” he whispered, moving to get into the car.
He shot the stripper one last glance. Her mouth was wide open in shock. He stifled a laugh.
“What was that for?” Caelan asked as he got in the passenger seat.
“Do I need a reason for kissing you?”
“No, just... wondering.”
Zeke smiled at him, leaning over to kiss him gently. He almost forgot that Beth was in the seat behind them. He pulled back before he dragged Caelan into his lap and had him right there.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Caelan smiled. “I love you too.”
Zeke started the car and pulled out of the car park, speeding down the road. Beth yelped a little when he put his foot down. He apologised; Caelan was used to his driving, but Beth wasn't.
Zeke kept his eyes on the road for the rest of the journey. He turned the headlights on, though he didn't need them; he just didn't want to get in trouble with the police right now. He passed few cars; it was late and they passed more lorries than cars.
He was vaguely aware of Beth and Caelan talking but he was too busy thinking and watching the road to notice.
“Zeke? You alright?” Beth asked, about two hours into their journey.
She'd had a little sleep and had just woken up. Caelan looked like he was sleeping, his head flopping onto the seatbelt so he was facing away from her.
“Zeke?” she said again.
“He can't hear you,” Caelan said without facing her.
“He's just not listening. He's too busy thinking. Were you there earlier?”
“I was in the living room. I didn't hear much. I just know that he killed them all.”
“I thought so. He practically refused to talk about it.”
“Are you alright?” she asked him, concerned.
“Me?” he asked, turning to face her. “I'm fine. Just worried about him. He's really... scared about this. He wouldn't admit it but he is.”
Beth noticed the way Zeke's knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his shoulders and jaw were tense.
“Where are we going?” she asked Caelan.
“I don't think Zeke's decided yet. Not consciously anyway. I think we're heading for Glasgow.”
“What's in Glasgow?”
“I don't know who lives there but he goes up every so often.”
“He's never told you?”
“I've never asked.”
“Oh. How long does it take to get there?”
“With the way Zeke drives and how little traffic there is, another two and a half, maybe three hours.”