By the time Holden finally stepped out of the shower, most of the hot water was gone, and he’d kept Dean waiting for an hour. He didn’t care. Because of what his best friend had done, Holden had been delayed in getting home, getting behind closed doors, getting clean by hours and hours.
He didn’t even know that many reporters lived and worked on the island. So many cameras. He shuddered at the thought of the pictures that would surely be on the Internet already. The news that night. And in the paper in the morning.
Eden had gone ahead of him, and by the time he’d gotten down to the trailhead, she’d been completely gone. Frustration filled him as he padded down the hall and into his kitchen, where Dean had made coffee and ordered pizza.
Holden was grateful for both, and as Willie came tr
