Chapter Twenty-Two
It was him.
Lenny ducked to one side of the window, as though hiding could do any good, and peered out between the slats of the blinds. Sebastian was alone in the street. The afternoon shadows were short, and the pavement shimmered with heat. The temperature would be well over a hundred; no one would go outside willingly in that. That meant no one in danger, at least not until people started coming home from work. Sometime after five o’clock, there would be plenty of potential victims.
Lenny slid down to the floor and dug his knuckles into his eyes. He could feel him out there. Heat, smell of hot tar, cold patience. He could feel the pull to go, just get up, go outside, and… Then the specifics became fuzzy. He tensed. His hands twisted into claws, and he dug them deep
