Chapter 15
We roll down Route 29 toward the downtown area. After a while, the bus turns off the highway into a rundown industrial area of warehouses and old buildings. This doesn’t square at all with the picture Denise has drawn about Randy and Kathleen. Maybe Randy looked anxious because he’s mixed up with a girl from a bad neighborhood. I check to make sure Randy is still on the bus. He’s there, all right, staring out the window.
I ease a finger between the wig and my head to scratch my itchy scalp. It’s driving me nuts. I readjust the wig. I hope it looks normal. Or seminormal. Using my hand to wipe my damp brow, some of Denise’s makeup comes off on my fingers. Great. I wipe them against the seatback. For the umpteenth time, I ask myself, why don’t I carry tissues? I answer my own que
