i wondered briefly where in the world he 'd gotten a rose at this hour , but then decided that he probably could have run just about anywhere to pick one and been back in plenty of time . `` you 're not my niece , '' he said , running a hand down my arm . if i 'd stuck to the eleven hours driving , ten hours down rule , i 'd be parked for a nap back near the texas border . `` my own son wishes me dead ? 