CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
As Travis drives to the Airbnb in Clayton, Katya smokes another joint trying to obliterate the memory of Ann. Hiding. The rest of her life could be like this. Travis would come for her, eventually, even if she didn’t tell him when Dylan was coming.
She hears the key in the front door, wipes some damp sweat of her forehead. Turns the TV on. Maybe Perry will go straight to bed after being out all night. Perry comes into the lounge, puts her car keys on the glass coffee table, looks at Katya, says, ‘You’re out of it. You’re sweating. What’s wrong? What are you worried about?’
‘Nothing. Nothing.’
‘Tell me the truth,’ Perry says, walking across and shaking her. ‘Tell me the truth.’
‘I’m scared. I’m scared,’ she says and starts crying. ‘What if Dylan… I don’t know, what
