Chapter 7 Sean felt like hell. He was dehydrated with a pounding head. The shouting match with his brother-in-law certainly hadn’t helped. Sean’s drying pants still clung to his legs, and his underarms smelled terribly rank.
Sitting on a green wooden bench outside the police department, Sean’s body was doubled forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands covering his unshaven face. His fingertips tugged at his lower eyelids to play out an odd urge to air out his own eyeballs. Lumbergh’s words replayed in his mind, leaving behind a wrenching knot in Sean’s gut. His eyes lay transfixed on a long, yellow blade of grass that crept up from cracks in the uneven concrete sidewalk beneath his feet. Moving his fingers and letting his eyes tighten, he cleared his throat and moved a ha
