"To the city," he repeated, a touch dryly.  Her car was the only vehicle on the property, and the nearest town wasn't a short walk.  And by town, it was a rural community with little more than a gas station.  The house was in a remote location, secluded from a low traffic road by a thick line of trees.  She was already in a bad situation with a stranger.  He wouldn't need to get her into a car to harm her -- not that the thought had crossed his mind.<br/><br/>As she inquired into his relationship with her grandfather, his jaw tightened.  They were kindred spirits in a sense, neither enemies nor allies, but he didn't want to have that conversation with her.  The sound was too fresh, and it wasn't his place.  "We had a strained working relationship," he replied, flashing an insincere smile.  He didn't disclose what, precisely, he'd done to assist him.  Everything she needed to know on that subject, she could learn on her own.  Nathaniel kept clear, concise records in his office.<br/><br/>"If a ride is too much to ask, directions will suffice."<br/><br/>Most of the information he had about the present came from Nathaniel, which meant that he didn't know about Lyft, or Uber, and he was a little too prideful to admit to those gaps of knowledge.  Directions alone wouldn't cut it.  He hadn't been on his feet for more than a minute, and the color had started to drain from his face.  When she came no closer, he sank down to sit on the stairs once again.  Asher needed a meal and a day or two to rest, and even then he wouldn't be ready to venture out on foot.  Not with the weather turning, with the nights cold enough to lay a thin cover of frost across glass.<br/><br/>"I want to leave his property.  Your property.  It's yours now ... the house, the land, the legacy, and I want no part in it; quite frankly, I never did.  I thought you might be dangerous, but you're no threat to me, are you?"