Chapter 3

He walked for a few blocks until the cold began to get to him, and then saw a service station up ahead that, surprisingly because it wasChristmas day, was open. He went inside, called a cab, and by the time it came he had warmed up physically, if not emotionally.

When he got home, he changed into a comfortable pair of sweats, got a beer from the fridge, and settled down in front of the TV to wait for Dylan to arrive. He had the feeling they were going to fight about what happened—and he was right.

Dylan showed up around seven, slamming the door as he came in. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” he said, standing, hands on hips, in front of Trey. “Do you know how much you embarrassed me with your little tantrum?”