Chapter 8Twelve months later
Tarin hummed softly as he loaded his suitcase into the vintage Phantom. Boyce’s vintage Phantom. He glanced at his watch. There would be no issue over timing; he knew exactly when the sun would set, and he knew these roads like his own backyard.
In fact, having driven them at least once a month since leaving Boyce, he knew the roads better than his backyard; he’d sold his house some six months earlier. The roads were more familiar to him than even the roads in the city of his birth. Closing the trunk, he checked his watch again. He’d taken a year’s sabbatical from work and told friends and family he was going backpacking for a year. He’d taken care of everything. There was nothing for him in this world.
Regret that he was deceiving people he loved washed ove
