Chapter 22
August 2018
Something felt like it had come full circle as I stood outside the heavy metal door listening to its familiar creak followed by a spill of music each time it opened, and then the silence as it slammed shut. Tonight, a throaty lilt told me I was heading straight for the castle, that I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut. I laughed, taking another swallow of the Gray Goose before stuffing the bottle into my backpack.
Vern had tried to make another appearance as I’d left Devon’s condo, but I was right. Enough alcohol suppressed him neatly. Three shots in a row did the trick. And there was plenty left in the bottle to keep him at bay all night.
I didn’t remember much about how I got here. I must have taken the T, but I had only vague flashes of memory of the ri
