John was back in his car by half past nine but sat in the parking lot, the engine turned off, and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He didn’t know where to go or what to do. He’d learned a little bit more about the Coven, at least maybe he had, but how was it going to help him find Sarah?
He needed to do something, but there was nothing he could do. He had no information, no course of action. In addition, he knew he needed to at least show his face at the Salem News and pretend to work. However, instead of heading straight to the paper, he drove back to his house. Needing to take a run to try to banish his exhaustion and wear down the anxiety that was going to make him useless if he couldn’t get it under control quickly, he changed into his running clothes, did a cursory stretch
