Chapter 11 The boisterous chirping of worn wiper blades and the battering of steel cylinders ceased with the turn of a key. The only sound left was that of a steady and hollow drumbeat of thick raindrops bouncing off of metal. Dull headlights illuminated the outer edges of tall pine trees along with the sloped gravel road that lay between them. A small, orange guardrail reflector directed a shimmer of light back through the windshield of Sean’s car.
Concealed inside the dark interior of his automobile, he switched off the headlights and quickly zipped up the olive-green rain poncho that snugly gripped his body. At one time, the garment fit. He raised both hands behind his shoulders to clasp the base of the attached, matted hood. He brought it over his head with the front seam resting at e
