The drive back upstate took longer now that the world was up and about. And as long as Ryan concentrated just on the road and the music blaring from the speakers in the pickup, he could keep the stone cold, unyielding sense of panic at what was coming away.
He had learned long ago that some things you just had to bottle up tight in your mind and never touch, let alone acknowledge. Some things only went away if you buried them deep. That was perhaps not the best way to deal with things, from a mental health standpoint, but it had always worked for him so he didn’t stress about it.
So instead of picturing himself getting grilled in a small, stuffy interrogation room for a yet another couple of crimes he didn’t commit, he thought about nicer, more pleasant things. Like Lynn.
The more of he
