Chapter 23
Stunned, Xavier leaned back against the car seat, trying to focus his vision.
He’d hit something. But what? Not a car.
He was in the parking lot. The Chevy had…stopped abruptly. He couldn’t remember. Something wet was dripping down his left temple and when he touched the side of his head and looked at his fingers, he saw a touch of blood there. He’d struck his head against the side window, but luckily for him, hadn’t broken the glass and seriously injured himself. He realized the car was still running and he fumbled with the keys in the ignition, shutting the engine off. Around him, Saint-Charles Avenue was quiet. So he’d made it to the YMCA. Now he remembered that he’d driven like a maniac, gunning through every red light he’d crossed. He could have wrecked the car, himself
