Chapter 14Randy stopped to tuck his hair into the hood of his jacket, a dirty beige parka with coyote fur around the collar, something he picked up at the Salvation Army. Looked kind of dorky, but hell, it was warm.
Heading down the stairs, he wished he didn’t have to go outside, not on a night like this. “A cold front’s coming in tonight,” Avery had said earlier, “bringing heavy snow and high winds.” Avery. The fucker sounded like a weatherman.
But he was always right. He could read the sky, or so he said. More likely, he could listen to the radio and parrot it back. But Avery was smart. Or at least gave a good appearance of being smart, which was maybe Avery’s ultimate scam.
Randy headed out into the street. The wind off the lake was so cold it snatched the air out of him; his skin im
