Chapter 47: After This Hell Night
June 8
3:06 A.M.
Highway 39
Gowanda, Pennsylvania
Gowanda was a shithole, Damian thought. One of those one-light towns where nothing really happened on the town’s exterior, but under its surface was a complete nightmare. It was a town where Wal-Mart shopping Uncles sometimes f****d their nieces on Sunday mornings, impregnating the little whores. Meth was probably made in basements by grandmothers and given to their high school slug grandchildren. Male pedophiles planned New York trips to pick up little girls for a week of s****l diddling. FBI lovers rarely passed through the hole in search of a serial killer by the name of the Highwayman.
Ridge said he had to take a piss and parked the Buick on the outskirts of town. Had the two men been in a differe
