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Heading north. Toward Chidi's house. But also toward the home of Liam O'Casey, where a strange woman had answered the phone. |
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Both on the north side of town. Chidi's house a couple of miles closer. |
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Trev knew what he ought to dohit Chidi's first. See if the grandfather's playing with magic. More important to stop the rain than to bust into Liam's on the chance Maureen might be there. |
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But if he could save Maureen . . . |
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You've got a few miles to go before you have to make up your mind, he told himself. |
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He told himself that. He already knew his first stop would be Liam's house. |
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Following John's instructions, Steve brought the people from the cocktail lounge into the entryway, where they joined the restaurant staff gathered by Cassy, and John's group from the dining room. John stood with his back to the double doors. For the moment, nobody was pounding on them. The only pounding was inside his head. He rubbed the lump on his brow. He hope the aspirin would kick in soon. |
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'I think everyone's here.' Cassy told him. |
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