Chapter Thirty-Two
They crossed the border between Wyoming and Colorado in the wake of a blizzard, following the snow plows.
Sebastian had been silent for days, from Bangor to Chicago to Cheyenne, blasting the radio whenever the signal was good. At times, Lenny had a hard time telling whether he was looking at the lunatic or the priest. It made him nervous, but for those days, Sebastian hadn’t hurt him once. He hadn’t hurt anyone, as far as Lenny knew. That made him nervous, too, but he refused to look a gift horse in the mouth. He would find out what it was all about, or he wouldn’t, so he waited.
He didn’t find out until they stopped, just stopped in the snow on the side of the road. It would get bitterly cold in the car if they stayed there, cold enough that even Sebastian, who took
