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Adam didn’t know where he was, but he didn’t want to be there. He didn’t want to be anywhere. He didn’t want to be.
He lifted his head. Stared out at the dark.
Now he remembered.
After leaving the hospital, Adam had struggled to find his way back to Virgil—to Virgil’s body—but he’d lost all sense of direction beyond the town’s lights. Frustrated, he’d screamed himself hoarse. Not that it took much effort to do that. His throat hadn’t entirely recovered from the phantom choking at Danny’s hands.
But screaming wasn’t enough of a release. A hot, obliterating rage had built in Adam’s head until he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d pressed the accelerator, watching the speedometer climb on a secondary road. But there were no trees to slam into, no banks to hurtle from, nothing but grassy f
