CHAPTER 10
Dead Ends?
For the duration of the flight, Rory was a woman possessed. The cabin lights were dimmed and Marissa had long since surrendered to sleep, but Rory remained bathed in the cold, blue glow of her laptop.
The aggressive, distorted chords of The Emptiness Machine tore through her noise-canceling headphones, the raw angst of the track acting as high-octane fuel for her frantic energy.
Rory was completely lost in the sound, her head snapping up and down in a rhythmic, jagged motion that mirrored the song’s intensity. Her lips moved in perfect sync with the lyrics, a silent, desperate mouthing of the words: “Going around like a revolver, It’s been decided how we lose...” Her head was headbanging along with the song, her eyes wide and bloodshot from the flight, mouthing th
