Chapter 57
KEVIN HAD died in Utah.
I woke up in Frayville, Michigan, near the tip of eastern shore of the Lower Peninsula.
Surrounded by burned-out cinders from horizon to horizon, Frayville had no usable roads to the outside world.
The question then became: How did I get here?
I had suspicions. I couldn’t backtrack my own path, but maybe I could backtrack Cuddles the Rottie’s story. She’d somehow gotten into a locked house. My gut told me her tale might, just might, resemble my own.
I hoofed it up the concrete pier, away from the all-smothering lake, and into the residential streets along the beach. A garden hose slaked my thirst and let me splash coolness over the sweat drying on my face. Two blocks in I saw a tiny azure electric two-seater car plugged into a solar-shingled house.
