Dave didn’t say a thing as he sat beside Drake on the bench by the lighthouse. And Drake didn’t say anything either for a long time. He gazed out over the dark ocean.
“I’m sorry, Dave,” he said at length, “I didn’t want to bring that into your home.”
Dave shrugged a shoulder, tucked his tongue into his cheek. “I know. But we did volunteer. How are you feeling now?”
“Empty.”
“That can be a good thing…”
“I didn’t take it the right way,” Who would? Dave thought, wiping a blade of grass off his pants. “I’m embarrassed at how I acted. I don’t want to be that kind of man.”
“Many years of pent-up anger. It would have all erupted at some point anyway. You’re lucky your targets were right there.”
“I wanted to kill him. That’s not lucky.”
“You wouldn’t have. That’s not you.”
Drake swallowed
