Chapter 12Johnstown, Pennsylvania, 1977Cary spent the night on a wet cot that he hadn't made wet. It was the worst night's sleep he could remember having had in his whole life.
The sheets and mattress were soaked. They smelled like pee, and he knew whose pee it had to be.
That made it all the worse.
And yet, Cary lay there and said nothing. He was afraid that if he tried to explain to Lydia or E.Q., they wouldn't believe him.
After all, they hadn't believed him when he'd said he hadn't stolen the five hundred dollars. Why should they believe that he wasn't the one who'd wet his own cot?
Apparently, the fact that they'd known him for many years and had just met Grogan didn't count for anything. Cary's long record of good behavior was meaningless now.
It was no wonder he didn't ge
