Chapter Six
Johnny Hastings tracked through the snow and arrived at Roy Chambers’ Boonville back door a few minutes before five in the morning. He wore a baseball cap on backwards, a hooded black sweatshirt with the hood lowered, and an old looking tightly wrapped pair of blue jeans stuffed in his boot tops. “Hurry,” Paula demanded into the wind, taking his hand and pulling him inside the house before the sound of the doorbell had even stopped ringing. “It’ll be light soon.” Johnny had at least arrived before the sun peaked through the clouds or the snow had stopped falling; thank you, God. And she supposed she must thank Bobby too. Before he left her bed last night, he promised to make sure his brother arrived early.
Johnny stamped his feet. Snow flew, and Paula caught flakes on her bar
