Chapter Thirty-Four
The town felt tiny, despite being larger than some of the places they had passed through. Sebastian found a motel and paid in cash he’d lifted from a corpse. Two rooms, this time. Lenny took the key Sebastian handed him and drifted up the eye-wrenchingly yellow stairs to sit alone in the room above the bowling alley someone had inexplicably attached to the motel. It was either too late at night or too early in the morning for the racket that would rise from the lanes later, and he didn’t look forward to the noise, but the silence was almost disconcerting. He’d become used to someone else being there, even someone he feared. The room seemed very large and very empty.
He sat on the edge of the bed with the curtains drawn and stared at the photograph until his eyes ached
