CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
There’s this sense in the air when something important is about to happen.
It’s a feeling around you, but inside you too. Like something doesn’t make sense, like something is off, like impending doom is an invisible freight train and you can’t get out of its way. You’re on the tracks. You can hear it. You can feel it. You can even smell it, but you can’t see it.
You just know it’s coming for you.
Riding in that SUV, hurtling down the streets of Milwaukee in a caravan of two other SUVs, I felt that feeling.
I looked away from the window and watched Kai in the front passenger seat. His jaw was strong, his shoulders relaxed. He didn’t seem rigid, or tense, or anything other than calm.
Serene.
That’s the word I was looking for, but that way of describing what was abou
