After circling Redwood like a maniac three times, I pulled over at the Overlook and paced back and forth on the rocks. My car was locked, the head buried underneath a pile of my clothes in the trunk.
What the hell was I going to do?! I had a damn head in my trunk! Should I throw it into the ocean and hope he didn’t pop up anywhere? I mean, that was why I had come here. If I could almost drown in the water, I could surely dump a head here and watch it sink too, right?!
Maybe I should toss it into a shredder instead?! Hurl an axe at it to get out all my hate?
I yanked out my phone to contact Callan again.
again.Me: We need to talk!!!
Me: We need to talk!!!Me: NOW!
Me: NOW!I didn’t know how the hell to get through to him. He had been ignoring me for the past two days, then randomly sent
