CHAPTER 45Sam could see his breath condense in the cold night air as he and his mother tried to keep pace with Buddy, who continued to move under Prado’s influence and jerkily made good time up a hill past a row of tiny shops and a drive-through restaurant. Diana pulled up her overcoat around her neck and leaned into the incline without seeming to exert herself. The hill felt more challenging to Sam than it appeared to be for his mother.
“Let’s give him a couple more blocks, and then I think you should prompt him to go back to the house,” Diana said. “I don’t think he actually has a destination in mind. He looks like he’s sleepwalking.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” Sam said. His phone rang, and he took it out of his jacket pocket and lifted it to his ear.
“Did you guys find Buddy yet?” M
