Chapter 53
MY BLOOD burned, aflame but too turgid to move. My breath, ragged chokes, squeezed through the swamp of horror drenching me.
The narrow dirt road, weaving between slate slabs. I continually adjusted the steering wheel, slick in my grip. Speedometer touching seventy, ninety. Wheels sliding and spinning in soot.
Slate ahead. Road weaves. Stomp the brake.
Skid in a shower of cinders.
Throat so tight it hurt.
I am not Kevin.
If I was Kevin, that meant that I had murdered—
I stomped the accelerator. Diesel roared in response.
Too soon, the dirt road widened into the asphalt of Lakeshore Drive. I took the transition at speed, bouncing the whole cruiser, a moment soaring beyond gravity, beyond the pain. The cruiser crashed to the ground, jolting the wheel in my hand.
What the
