Chapter 59Lilly, Pennsylvania, 2006"I'm dying!" Paisley's face was beet red as she twisted and writhed in the Toyota's passenger seat. Her black hair was drenched with sweat, plastered to the headrest instead of flying around wild. "Oh God, it's killing me!"
While her sister melted down, Celeste felt like she had lost her own grip long ago. She'd been following a trail left by Cary, and it had led her to Grogan, who should've been dead. Cary, who should've been alive at the end of the trail, was nowhere to be found.
And Celeste was terrified to find out why.
"Why couldn't he make it?" She didn't want to ask the question, especially when the man with the answer was some kind of insane Mexican wrestler...but she asked it anyway.
"We should talk about this later, señorita," said El
