Elsewhere; 12:00/9:00
It was eight forty-five p.m. in Vancouver. It was one of Derek’s favorite cities, right up there with New York. It was his ‘home base’ after all – but it was a new city. A clean one, directly between mountains and water. The perfect combination in his mind, save for the thriving business district.
His father had given him a bear hug when picking him up, before directing him towards the car outside. Aside from the pushing into-the business part of things, Derek liked his father – they could get along, talk more like people then the whole awkward family part he’d seen other kids get stuck with.
Derek had been given the keys to his father’s Porsche and had slid into the front seat when his watch said it was nine fifty-five. He watched his father get stopped by a parking attendant and Derek rolled his eyes, fastening his seatbelt and starting the car.
It was nine and Derek knew he had somewhere else to be. He needed to go, there was a voice - her voice.
The car skidded from the garage and Derek ignored the view in the rear windows. The watery horizon was his goal.