Chapter 46: Funeral
June 8
2:57 A.M.
Highway 39
East of Erie, Pennsylvania
“We’re almost to Gowanda,” Ridge said from the driver’s seat. “Tartan is after Gowanda, if memory serves me right.”
Damian wasn’t listening to his lover. His mind was elsewhere, lost in a different place and time. He was mentally and physically exhausted and needed to sleep. So he put his head back and rested. His eyes slipped closed, but he hadn’t fallen asleep. Instead, his mind shifted to the day of Andrew’s funeral service at the First Rosalind Church on Maldin Street, which was less than a mile from the house he grew up in.
The maple casket was closed because the mortuary cosmetic director couldn’t conceal the jagged cut along his brother’s slim neck. Sylvia Greene was her name and Damian remembered her
