C H A P T E R T W E L V E - - - T I M
While clenching his phone in his hand, Tim peered out the window. His mind was racing with a million ideas that were competing for his attention at the same moment but falling short of doing so. Too much was happening, and he was unable to focus on any of it.
It had been a quiet night. Maddison and the babies stayed in one room with them, while he and Tom shared a room above the bar. Barry maintained a tight ship, and as they told him what had happened, his demeanor turned exactly as gloomy as Tim's had. This wasn't a minor issue that could be solved quickly. Tim was aware of that. Tom was aware of that. Nobody now had a strategy for how to deal with any of it, therefore they were all sorts of screwed.