“They sound like they’re getting closer,” Gary said. I wished he hadn’t, because I’d been thinking the same thing. “I thought Coyote was going to divert them.” My voice was breathy because I didn’t have much air to spare. “Right,” said Gary. “Just like he diverted the police when I ended up in jail. I think we’re the intended diversion here.” “He dumped me in a river where there was a monster killing things,” I told him. “There you go. That’s the Coyote I know and hate.”
