Chapter FourteenRushing home felt more than familiar. I spent barely a few milliseconds there daily, mainly to shower and change. I grabbed a pair of jeans, polo shirt and topsiders—no socks. I paused, glancing up at the sheets of paper stuck to the wall hoping a pattern might emerge. So far, just sheets of paper with names and a couple of arrows. Since the air had felt laden with moisture, rain was hovering on the Bay side, I grabbed my jean jacket before heading out the door.
I wasted a further seven minutes putting the top up on the car. Fortunately, it never took more than three to five minutes to drive anywhere in Applewood. My glow-in-the-dark Timex told me it had just ticked past seven o'clock. I struggled with the damn top. In about 90 seconds, I sweated like a pig, dirty from the
