Chapter 12
It had been a long time since Grim had dreamt about Green City, that wild hell on the edge of the Seattle Beltway, and the one they called the Rag Man.
It was raining, seemed to Grim it always rained there, the day the Rag Man took him.
People on the street said Green City was the place to go when you wanted to disappear, and they were right. Grim was nine when he went there to hide from the people who would take him back to the group home, and he disappeared.
He was ten when the cops came to clean it out. They caught who they could, chased away who they couldn’t catch, then brought bulldozers in to level it. The Rag Man wouldn’t be driven out though, and when the cops and their machines came to his den, he killed them as they came.
He killed them until Grim killed him.
