SINCLAIR AND THE GUYS end up coming back around twenty minutes after the woman told me about The Sandman's message for me. The sound of multiple bike engines is what pulls me from the daze that I'm in. Carla and Sonny have both given me space, assuming that my mood—which had been crappy before but had plummeted even further down the drain thanks to The Sandman and his ever-growing ways of sending me messages through other people since he couldn't get to me himself—was because of how worried I was for Sinclair. And while it was true that I worried about him the entire time, it was also true that my head was filled with the message that woman had relayed to me.
I like to consider myself a somewhat logical person where self-preservation was concerned. It was why I'd told Sinclair about the g
