“You’d better get going, sweetheart.” I took the compass from my pocket. Then I took his hand and placed the compass in it.
“Don’t you mean we’d better get going?”
“No. You’re going without me.”
“Church, what’s going on?”
How did I tell him this was the end of the line for me? My throat was suddenly dry, and I wondered if this was a side effect of the poison flowing through my system. I scooped up some of the cold water from the pool and swallowed gratefully, although drinking it this way wasn’t as enjoyable as drinking it from Johnny’s mouth.
“I’m staying here.”
He looked up at the opening in the ceiling. “Because it will be dark in a couple of hours? I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mr. Chetwood.”
“No. How many times do I have to tell you you’re getting your ass out of here? If
