Chapter 13: Home Again
Ed hung back and waved goodbye to the deputy as Joe manipulated the crutches up the porch steps. The lingering smell of char in the air nauseated him. Regardless of how he felt about Stan, it was still a horrible way to die, and he wouldn’t wish it on anybody. Even somebody who’d apparently wished it on them.
Ed opened the front door and let out a heavy sigh. “Here, Joe. Sit on the couch with your foot up while I sweep out the bedroom and find some cardboard for that window.”
God, he was so f*****g exhausted, both mentally and physically. His gauze-wrapped arm f*****g hurt like hell, but he didn’t want to take any pills that would knock him out. He dropped the plastic bag containing their grubby and ruined pajamas on the coffee table. Cleaning up broken glass was
