Chapter 33Snow fell through the week, accumulating, then melting, turning to ice in the frigid evenings, all as my silly little prank grew, sprouted legs, and charged off on its own errands.
The car Alec and I had nudged down the proverbial hill kept on rolling, pushed along by more and more excited strangers, hundreds of them. On Monday there’d been the one initial arrest. Three more on Tuesday, eight on Wednesday. By the time I met Alec for a drink at Jacob Wirth’s an hour before my NA meeting, Thursday’s tally had reached ten.
We needed to touch base. I needed to tell him I was done being a part of what I’d started. It wasn’t a prank anymore, and I wanted out. People were getting heated and polarized, and the reward had risen to twenty-five grand. I’d never meant to inspire an army of
