Seven of Pentacles

The City—EVENING

I have chosen to follow a fenced farm field away from the place this time. Night has fallen.

I have soon made it into a more residential area. There are trees and grass, but all is shabby and covered in litter. A black truck passes, slows and makes a u-turn on a side street ahead of me. It looks like Spike’s truck.

It is.

I turn to head the other way. It passes.

Wait. It is only a lawn maintenance truck with lawn mowers in the back.

“Whew! Maybe I am getting way to jumpy—” I think turning again to find Spike is there bearing down on me with a shotgun.

“Where is she?”

“I honestly don’t know where she is,” I answer honestly, “What do you want?”

“I want,” he grins, evilly, “Husbandly stuff.”

I look for an escape route.