CHAPTER 22: BOBBY
A car door slammed in the distance and I snapped from sleep. There was no confusion. I immediately knew why I was waking on a strange forest floor. But I feared I’d woken too late. No. The house looked the same. The car was still in the drive.
A light blanket of dew covered me. I shivered. I should’ve been sick from sleeping outside in chilly weather, but I was fine, as if God believed Darryl deserved justice more than I deserved to get sick. As if.
I yawned and exhaled thin vapor. I kept an eye out for peeping toms, then unzipped my pants and peed. A cloud of steam drifted up. I shook away the last drops. The front door across the street opened. I put it away and crouched. Adam Sutler walked down a few steps, then turned and walked back to the front door.
Adam. Not the wife or kids. I rewrote my plan PDQ.
I came out of the woods. My ears and my arms and legs were warm and buzzing. I wondered if that was something like the rush of the coke I had sold so many times.