Chapter Twenty-Nine
It takes twenty-four hours for my hearing to return, but in that time a lot changes.
Damon makes the drive back to the bed-and-breakfast, on the phone most of the way. I watch his lips part of the time as he speaks to Hiro in brusque sentences about bringing in the FBI. A few minutes in I fall asleep, the shock and adrenaline overloading my system.
When I wake up again, I’m covered in Damon’s jacket, leaning against the window. The SUV has stopped in the same place it was parked last night, the sun shining. It’s almost like the whole world hasn’t shifted on its axis, but I know different.
There are five black and blue unmarked FBI sedans, two police cruisers, and an ambulance waiting in the dirt parking lot for us. Damon steers me to the ambulance and then disappear
