Second Honeymoon Part 79

"Hold steady," I coach myself. "Hold steady, Benjamin." I take a deep breath and get to my feet.

"Okay." I jump on my motorcycle and speed away.

I AVOID THE highway and take Independence home because I don't trust myself to drive my bike at a high speed right now. I keep my motorcycle steady and don't try to pa.s.s anybody. I'm looking through cloudy, tear-soaked eyes, and my hands are trembling so feverishly I can hardly keep my grip.

Independence is a slightly more direct route-4.44 miles door-to-door, to be precise, compared to 4.8 miles on the highway-but it's slightly longer, 15.8 minutes compared to 13.2. This time of night, with traffic more spa.r.s.e, the gap should narrow. Over the last nine months, the Independence route has varied from twenty-two minutes and eighteen seconds to eleven minutes and five seconds, but I've never been able to compare the routes during rush hour because Const.i.tution and Independence have turn restrictions those times of day, so I have to adjust the route, and that obviously throws the comparisons out the window. Like apples to oranges. Oranges to apples.

Apple geraniums.

Fiona Apple should be a bigger star. She should be as popular as Amy Winehouse was. They remind me of each other, those throaty, soulful voices, but Fiona never seemed to take off after "Criminal." Not that Amy fared much better, ultimately.

Yeah, the way my mind wanders? It gets worse when I get stressed. Dr. Vance had a fancy phrase for it-adrenaline-induced emotional sanctuary-but I always thought he was just trying to justify all the money my father was paying him to "fix" me. It took me a long time before I figured out that I suffered from "Pater Crudelis" disorder.

I take Pennsylvania within a block of the White House and, like everything, like a song or a tree or oxygen, it makes me think of Diana. He's so talented, she'd said of the president. He understands what we're trying to do like n.o.body before him.

Oh, Diana. Intelligent, caring, idealistic Diana. Did you do this to yourself? Did somebody kill you? Neither possibility makes sense.

But I'm going to figure it out. It's what I do for a living, right?

An oncoming SUV honks at me as it pa.s.ses me in the other direction on Const.i.tution. Only two presidents signed the Const.i.tution, Washington and Madison. Madison was also the shortest president. And the first to have previously served in the United States Cong-

I swerve to avoid the Mazda RX-7 in front of me, gripping the brakes with all the strength my hands can muster. I end up sideways, perpendicular to the cars at my front and rear. Red light means stop, Ben. Focus! You can do this.

Benjamin, the sooner you learn your limitations, the better.

You're not like everyone else, Benjamin. You never were. Even before-well, even before everything happened with your mother.

You'll have plenty of time to make friends when you grow up.

Diana was my friend. And she could have been much more. She would have been.

I can do this. I just need to take some medicine. I just need to get home.

Light turns green. I right the bike and move forward.

Diana Marie Hotchkiss. Marie was her aunt's name; Diana is her grandmother's name. Born January 11, 1978, in Madison, Wisconsin, played volleyball and softball, won the award for outstanding Spanish student from Edgewood High School of the Sacred Heart, from which she graduated in 1995-

Honking; someone's honking at me for something I did; what did I do?

"Shut up and leave me alone!" I yell, not that I expect a response from the car behind me-or that they'll even hear me.

"Pull your motorcycle over and kill the engine!" booms a voice through a loudspeaker.

I look in my rearview mirror and notice for the first time the flashing lights. It's not an angry motorist.

It's a cop.

This should be interesting.

About the Authors

JAMES PATTERSON has had more New York Times bestsellers than any other writer, ever, according to Guinness World Records. Since his first novel won the Edgar Award in 1977, James Patterson's books have sold more than 280 million copies. He is the author of the Alex Cross novels, the most popular detective series of the past twenty-five years, including Kiss the Girls and Along Came a Spider. Mr. Patterson also writes the bestselling Women's Murder Club novels, set in San Francisco, and the top-selling New York detective series of all time, featuring Detective Michael Bennett.

James Patterson also writes books for young readers, including the Maximum Ride, Daniel X, Witch & Wizard, and Middle School series. In total, these books have spent more than 220 weeks on national bestseller lists.

His lifelong pa.s.sion for books and reading led James Patterson to launch the website ReadKiddoRead.com to give adults an easy way to locate the very best books for kids. He writes full-time and lives in Florida with his family.

HOWARD ROUGHAN has cowritten several books with James Patterson and is the author of The Promise of a Lie and The Up and Comer. He lives in Connecticut with his wife and son.

jamespatterson.com

Follow James Patterson on Facebook.

Download the FREE James Patterson app.

Books by James Patterson

Summer Novels

Now You See Her (with Michael Ledwidge)