Chapter 8

September 17, 2011. Evening

Two cans of Coke and the drive back to Paul's house had me feeling, if not exactly good, at least functional.

As we got out of the car, I noticed Caitlyn also looking much better. Of course, she'd only needed one can, but then, she hadn't had to read the scene of the building collapse, so that made perfect sense.

Runner's van pulled up, and he leaned out to yell, "I'll be there as soon as I find a parking spot."

Paul and I gave him a wave and started for the door, Caitlyn following us. I glanced back and noticed she had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

"What?" I asked. "You were perhaps expecting something dark and Gothic?"

She shook her head and gave me a smile. "Not exactl...

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