He’d quit on Tuesday. Now he was on his way to Miami, and from there he wasn’t sure where he’d go. Whatever trail he took, he wasn’t going to waste time on it trying to figure out why Sam had done whatever he’d done. To Zane it didn’t matter. There was one question he dwelled on: Why had neither he nor anyone else he knew seen this coming? He had the beginning of an answer. “Sam’s oddness,” he said. “His oddness mixed with just how smart he was allowed you to wave away a lot of the concerns. The question of why just goes away.”
