Chapter 32
THE LAST of the mist burned away under the midmorning sun, leaving a day that promised more warmth than the one before. Winchester Mall’s asphalt lot blasted its captured heat against my face during the trudge back to my ride. Someone wanted me dead, and I had no idea who. Something had transformed Doug. While my guts screamed it was a crime, my gut didn’t understand the ground rules. His change might be a natural consequence of something he’d done. Just like what Teresa and I had done had changed me. The firebomber might have saved me from becoming another Doug. I’d chased Reamer, only to find him innocent. Another bad assumption, leading me to the back end of nowhere. I needed an ice-cold beer and one of Sheila’s massive burgers out of our—Kevin’s—deck. I had a headache and a
