– one week later
Tired. Lacy was so tired. Tired of the Texas heat. The safe house had air conditioning, but it hardly made any difference. The whole town had gathered for their little Fourth of July parade two blocks over. She had listened all morning to bagpipers warming up across the street.
She had forgotten how many movies she’d watched since Drisklay dumped her out here. She’d breezed through all the historical and romance novels Sandy bought, even though none of them had really interested her. Sometimes she wondered if this was what certain believers imagined purgatory would be like. A lot of waiting. Some sorrow. Disappointment. Occasional anger. Fear. Loneliness.
And not a whole lot else.
Lacy sat on the safe house couch with her legs tucked beneath her. Drisklay had taken her
