Chapter 36
“Here.”
Something soft slipped between my fingers as I drew away from Luke in the darkness. The offering wasn’t a handkerchief—just a wad of fresh toilet paper. Still, the gesture went further toward drying my tears than the absorbent material could by itself.
“Thanks.” My voice quavered, so I covered the tremble by fumbling around in search of the faucet. Cold water splashing on my skin made me feel human enough to hunt for the light switch. Before I found it, the fluorescents above our heads flickered to life.
I rubbed both hands across my face, swiping away stray liquid. Took a deep breath. Returned to task.
“I need to make sure the Smythewhites know about Clarence. Slim is a knowledge bomb just waiting to detonate. And Bastion...”
Luke was no longer perfectly groomed,
