Chapter 14

Still, he did lean on Lou and Jason as they walked him back to the truck, one on each side. Jason found a spare jacket, which Spark draped around his shoulders since the remains of his shirt and jacket now reposed in an ER trash can, blood-caked and shredded beyond repair.

On the way back, Lou rode shotgun, while Jason drove and Spark sprawled in the rear seat. He braced his right shoulder in the back corner of the cab and stretched his legs across the bench. Except for a faint grunt or two when they hit a few hard bumps, he didn’t make a sound, not a gasp, whimper or curse.