Water swirled around him. He thought it was the bathhouse, but it was too murky. Dark and green. Somehow her hair kept her curl as it swayed in the dirty depths. He could see the tips of her fingers. So tiny. Stretched out. Asking to be pulled up and away. But he couldn’t reach.
Da—
Ray bolted awake, sweating. He wiped his forehead and his hand came away drenched.
Two days.
Deuce had been missing for two days. They had pissed off Reggie. Deuce might already be dead.
Ray had no choice but to wait for him to return. After the incident at the bar with Reggie and the bartender, he was staying as far away from the sheriff’s office as possible. Though no one had come knocking on the door of Deuce’s trailer looking for them, Ray wasn’t about to offer himself up on a silver platter. When he w
