Chapter 36My name is Adrian Birch, and I used to be nobody. An apologist, a coward.
Then I met a madman on a bicycle and I lost my mind, lost my way, got my heart broken and my head rewired, and woke from a nightmare of my own design, fear gone like an ex-lover I’d never spread my legs for again.
How Ray had gotten me home, I didn’t know — the subway, the bus, on foot, a cab . . . I only knew where I ended up. He’d taken my b****y clothes and steered me into my bathroom, turned on the shower for me, later swabbed and bandaged my temple.
He never asked me about Badger. Not once the entire night. He tried to stay awake with me but passed out fully clothed on the end of my bed around four, while I sat up, hugging my knees and shaking, watching TV in case the next news update would pronounc
