Chapter 25

He took the monstrous sandwich. “Christ, it’s huge.”

“On the house,” Loring said. “You take care.”

“I’m trying,” Michael said.

He walked, ate, and looked for Angel. He sent a couple texts and called, but never got a reply.

I shouldn’t have walked away

Michael reached the edge of the carnival grounds and stared out at the darkness, which seemed all the darker because of the light coming from the festivities. He could make out the outlines of cars parked in the high school parking lot in front of him, bathed in the weak orange glow of distant street lamps. To the right of the school was the track and a few people were lingering around the walkways leading down to the track and up to the tennis courts. Angel wasn’t there. He took another bite and headed toward the parking lot.