CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
After we stopped at a thrift shop to get a couple of changes of clothes and a jacket for Bo, I had him drive so I could rest my eyes a bit. I still owed him for coming along with me on this adventure. He didn't have to say yes. And I couldn't have done any of this without him. So I told him to drive out to North County, his old stomping grounds.
I was asleep by the time he got on the highway.
When I woke up, we were cruising down Shackelford Road in the city of Florissant. We were in suburbia now, with subdivisions full of small, brick ranch homes, lots of trees, and open fields with transmissions towers sending power lines into infinity.
Compared to my neighborhood, North County was a different galaxy. It was about as suburban as you could get—quiet too. Aside from
