Eamon's point of view, after the meadow scene. Word: Mix.
Eamon drove away from his house, from the still-smoking remnants of the gas tank, from the solitary dark figure in the rearview mirror as fast as he could.
This beat every odd thing Marie had said or done, every odd personality quirk she had. And that included the time she had inexplicably walked out on him for two days, returning with a frown, a tattoo, and a dilapidated old Mini-Cooper.
"What the hell have you gotten yourself mixed up in this time, Marie?" he demanded.
In the backseat, Marie merely shrugged.