He doesn’t go home. He’ll only pace the
small apartment, there’s too much energy coursing unspent through
his body right now and he doesn’t want to be alone. He could go by
the shop, replace the blade cover he split, but then Bobby might
change his mind and ask him to come in for a few hours, and Dante’s
not ready to give up his day off just yet. Ryan, he thinks,
and he knows where he wants to be.
When the bus stops in front of Ryan’s
subdivision, Dante gets out, his legs still trembling slightly. He
can’t believe Dietrich chased him—he doesn’t even want to
think about what would have happened if they actually caught
up to him. He’s going to have to watch himself now. The last thing
he needs is for Wil to pull a Tonya Harding on him before the
quarters, take out his one shot a
