Chapter 32: Luggage
We eat together at the small table in the kitchen and I spend the next ten minutes telling Brett about finding the cemetery and Tom near Pennesco Peak. “Tom was a wreck. He didn’t want to come back here, which I didn’t blame him. Saul has totally f****d with his head, among doing other things that just aren’t right.”
“I want to take him back to the mainland this morning,” Brett says, pealing an orange across from me. “He can stay with me for as long as he wants. My flat in Erie is big enough. Besides, I would love to have him around. We have an odd little connection that I sort of enjoy.”
“That’s exactly what I was hoping you would say,” I admit. “Tom needs us right now. He’s in a very ugly situation. We have to keep him away from Saul.”
Bernie takes a sip of his co
