Chapter 24When a row of old shops glided by on the right, Sean knew they were only a mile or so away. They were the same buildings he’d noticed a day earlier when Dusty had chauffeured him to the same location. This time, however, the bright colors of their walls felt warped, nightmarish. Sean rubbed his eyes, writing the perception off to sleep deprivation—that and the vengeance burning through his body.
Dusty hadn’t said much since they’d left the marina. He listened to the radio and hummed a few tunes but had otherwise suppressed the theatrics entirely. He was acting like a normal person—one who had no idea what his passenger was about to do.
Sean had told himself dozens of times on the way over that he was making a mistake, that he should get a hold of his brother-in-law before doing
