Chapter 30
Clearwater was burning, and he didn’t mind. It was nice, actually. Like a giant bonfire on a cold beach.
The day’s titanic heat was ebbing, making his stroll much less tedious than it would have been. Cars approached and passed on their way back to town. Had the explosions been heard all the way out to Jack’s?
He ducked behind the high, dead grass bordering the dry, dead creek and waited for them to pass. At last, Mrs. Kirkwood’s car came around the last bend before the highway.
This time he did not hide. Grim stood tall and stepped into the road, arms out. C’mon, b***h, I dare you.
She did speed up, her car’s engine whining as she kamikazed toward him.
He was quicker. He pulled his gun, aimed, fired.
She veered to the side at the last second, but too late. The f
