OPERATION NORTH: Truthseekers

OPERATION NORTH: Truthseekers (Part One)

He tapped her on the shoulder and nodded his head. They stood up together and apologetically slipped out of the row of seats of the theater in the middle of the second act. She was bored, nearly falling asleep, and he knew it. They walked to the parking lot but not to where Charles parked the car. He led her to a blue Audi 5000, a new clean vehicle, and quickly unlokced the doors.
Marguerite slid onto the velvet seats and laughed. "Charles, who's car is this?"
"Ours," he smiled. "We're going for a ride."
"What are you doing? How'd you get the keys," she quizzed.
"It's a surprise," he said.
"Where are we going?," she asked.
"To the country." Charles picked up leather driving gloves that were left on the dashboard and put them on. A bouquet of dead tigerlilies and yekllow roses lay on the dash. They reeked. The car smelled like a funeral home. A merscham pipe protruded from the ashtray.
Marguerite looked at Charles. In silence, they sped out of the parking lot and onto the highway. It was 9:30 at night. Droplets of fog reflected on the headlights, distorting the darkness of the road. Charles sighed, pressed the electronic seat button and reclined. He loved to cruise on an open highway. His eyes were dilated. Soon they would be at Stanford University.