CHAPTER 10
We can’t go see Dominick tonight, as much as I’d like to. Rooster sets a meet for the next morning—early—when we make a quick stop for a burner phone and some additional clothing. While I try on gas station flip-flops, Ryder secures us a room with two queen beds on the outskirts of Montreal.
The place is nice, a little bed-and-breakfast that looks like it just popped up this week based on the newness of the furniture. And the shower…
I poke my head under the spout. A square shower head is attached to the ceiling as opposed to sticking out of the wall. The stall itself is twice as large as normal… maybe three times.
“This is some fancy place,” Ryder says, tossing his sooty shirt in the corner. I’m the only one in the bathroom now, and it smells like lemon in here despite the
