Chapter Thirty-Six
“You,” I spat. “You’re behind all of this. You sick son of a bitch.”
“Me? Harlon replied, keeping the black AR-15 leveled at my face. “No. Not me. Well, I have been instrumental in these events, that is for sure, and my expertise was required with the some of the more explosive elements, but it wasn’t my plan.”
“So, who?”
“You have seen too many movies, Mr. P.I. If you think this is the part where I am going to explain my nefarious plan and monologue while you figure some way out of this, you are sorely mistaken. That’s just not how this story ends.”
I was running on empty. A hollow space. All out of energy and grand ideas. I grasped at the only thing that made sense, the only thing that could possibly connect everything.
“It’s Donnie, isn’t it? She’s the reason be
