Chapter 21It felt strange. Liberating, almost. Richard hurried along with Jimmy Fels at his side. When was the last time, he wondered, I was out like this on a Sunday morning? Years…years and years, decades if he included just attending Mass.
“We gotta hurry, man.” Jimmy tried to pull the priest along.
Jimmy had said Miranda had most likely returned to the place they all shared, an abandoned apartment building called the Chicken Arms. He’d said he wouldn’t be surprised if they found her there, looking out the window and daydreaming about putting some weird outfit together to wear that night.
But Richard had seen the look of defeat in the boy’s eyes at the time. He’d seen the boy’s fear. Richard had recognized the expression from his experiences with boys of about Jimmy’s age. Boys who h
