Chapter 21Rocco pulled out of Charles Avenue and took a sharp right, heading toward his home on the south end of town.
He cranked open a window and dialed up the radio station when Blake Shelton’s “Nobody But You” came over the airwaves. Rocco tapped the steering wheel to the sentimental song. He didn’t want to live, dream, wake, or love without his best friend Jay either, he thought, singing along to the catchy lyrics.
As he crawled through dark streets, he stared out at the encroaching shadows of the Adirondack Mountains outlined in the far distance against the black night.
Up ahead, he slowed for a red light and glanced across the four-way intersection leading to Highway 46 and the adjacent streets lined with neighboring houses.
When the light turned green, he sped forward, gunning
