Chapter 9“Great. Terrific. Wonderful,” Jesse said. He listed at least sixteen other synonyms for great as he paced the darkened hallways of the warehouse. “This is just f*****g fantastic,” he said once he’d reached the end of his list. Cursing was better. It was far more cathartic and did something with the bubbling over fear.
“Hey, hey,” Patrick said. He reached out for Jesse in the dark. Some flood lights, and emergency power ones remained, but hardly lit up the place. Instead, they merely cast an eerie glow over the plastic wrap and made shadows dance where there were none.
Jesse pulled away from Patrick’s embrace. As much as he wanted it, he also wanted to not be here. “I can’t believe this. I can’t f*****g believe it.”
“I know this sucks, but—”
“This is beyond sucking. A clown tha
