Chapter 33
Sunday morning. Ric emerged from the fog of sleep, praying the events of the previous day had happened only in a nightmare. But it was futile. Yesterday he’d killed Guddhu, and although he’d never intended it, a chunk of his humanity felt like it had died along with her. Killing the great cod was the sort of thing his father would have done, and Ric was ashamed deep in his soul. He’d ruined any chance of a reconciliation with Nina and, if you believed a superstitious old man, he’d brought down some sort of curse. And for what? The chance that an old fish hook could be important? To top it all off, a steady drumming on the roof told him that it was still raining. Ric fumbled around for his phone. His hand still hurt. He checked the time. Eight o’clock. He reset his flashing a
