Chapter 19: Confusion
Damian looked at the black and white sketch on his lap. He read ERIE and MESH over and over. The word ERIE made sense to him; the direction the Highwayman was heading next. But MESH meant nothing to him. Damian hadn’t spoken to the man in over a year. No, two years. They really didn’t like each other and failed to get along. Mesh had a wife and three boys. He lived in Rochester, New York and owned an athletic store which specialized in hockey memorabilia. Mesh was an asshole bigot who hated fags. And Damian knew that he was a hardcore right-winged Republican. Mesh was the type of guy who didn’t have a problem putting queers on a boat and sinking it in the Atlantic, off Candmore Beach.
Damian sighed, exhausted. The sketch had taken everything out of him, which was a
