“Look at him. He’s so vain.” David took a long drag of his thin cigarette that smelled vaguely of mint.
It was cold. I was frozen through, but it didn’t matter. I shoved my hands deeper into my coat pockets, wiggling my toes inside my running shoes. Had to keep my eyes on Nick. Had to keep him from falling into the river.
After we’d left the warehouse, we’d driven for a while, and then Nick had stopped the car in a desolate street by a rusty pick-up truck. We’d run across a vacant city parking lot, down to the Saint Lawrence river bank, and Nick had hooked his arm into mine so I could keep up, then we’d broken into the Rapids Park. Climbing over the frost fence, I’d ripped my jeans and scratched my hands and Nick had blown into my palms and sucked on the scratch. We’d walked along the na
