Banny stood for a moment, listening to the the dial tone. “Perfect.” He returned the receiver to its cradle.
His frustration was exceeded only by his fury. He wanted to kick the s**t out of something, anything, and pretend that he was savaging whoever or whatever had stolen his son from him.
He also had an empty, achy feeling in the pit of his stomach, because he did love Scott. The boy’s alienation was devastating.
He knew he could not go back to the motel yet. He was not ready to sleep, and the prospect of spending a couple of hours in front of the i***t box, watching mindless sitcoms and dramas, was intolerable.
When he opened the phone-booth door, tendrils of fog slipped inside and seemed to pull him out into the night. For an hour he walked the streets of Moonlight Cove, deep into
