CHAPTER 10
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Lyle paced the living room at Riverley again. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. At this rate, Emmy would need a new carpet. I glanced out the window to the helipad where the sleek black Eurocopter was being refuelled. Hurry up.
Or not.
Because we’d soon be on our way to Redding’s gap to visit White. At least, Lyle would be speaking to him—we weren’t both allowed in.
“How do I tell a man he’s going to die?” Lyle asked.
From the way he spoke, anyone would think he’d be the one facing the firing squad.
“Well, you don’t put it quite like that.” Lyle sniffled, and I felt guilty for snapping. “Come on, why don’t you sit down until we’re ready to go?”
I steered him over to the couch, and he sat where I pointed. f**k. Today promised to be hell.
“You n
