Chapter 32
In the limo, weaving through traffic, Neal saw over and over the image of Dewalt, ass sinking in the ugly toilet bowl, heroin dust on his fingers. It was meant to be a night of change, of secrets revealed. Now it all seemed impossibly cruel. He couldn’t see through the smoky glass out of the limo’s window. It suddenly became very important to him to know exactly where they were in the city.
“I can’t see,” he said, pushing his face close to the glass, knocking his forehead gently against the window.
Nick, who had sat quietly at his side, touched his arm to quiet his panic.
“It’s gonna be all right. He’s really f****d up,” Nick said. “You haven’t known him that long.”
For a moment, Neal forgot his anger at Dewalt and wanted to lash out at Nick. He felt a welling sense of pri
