Chapter 11
As night descended, Will drove, aimless. He had unbuckled his holster, which now dangled from the back of the driver’s seat, and every time he took a sharp left, the butt of his gun knocked against his window with a hollow thud. Beside him, Corey sat in the passenger seat, one of Will’s hands caught between both his own. His thumb stroked the back of Will’s wrist in time with the low R&B music murmuring on the radio. They had no destination in mind, no thought beyond this moment, trapped in this vehicle, together.
Will could see the night stretch out before them like a blanket spread out across the bed of the world. He held that blanket fisted beneath his chin, which pulled it up around his upper body but left his legs and feet sticking out, cold, abandoned. No matter how muc
