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Gunnar looked stunned, so that I’d rarely seen in the fifteen years I’d known hie? That’s fucked up”
“Tanya handled it, but I need you to tell Jag to look into that motherfucker”
“You still don’t want to contact Vivi? Seeovernor frorin turned scandalous and he rubbed his hands together “It was a thing of beauty, but soht have some blowback”
“Yeah You’re probably right Don’t say anything to Jag about this, yet I need to think” I was on my feet and headed toward the door, keys in hand I needed to think A long fucking ride was just what I needed to clear hts
After an hour of driving around the desert, occasionally hopping on the freeway to feel the wind against my skin, I found myself at a place I hadn’t been in twenty-seven months
Lauren’s grave
Chapter Eighteen
Moon
Being back at the shop was nice but that probably had allery side, where the building was still normal Pristine Untouched by violence or the blood of my friend
Being over here allowedthe few hours each week I accepted walk-ins from artists If I didn’t set a specific day and tiet to interact with customers who stopped in for art supplies and classes, which I surprisingly enjoyed more than this part lately
Not that I didn’t love the local artists who broughtfroourds I loved them and their passion for art, but the shop drew all walks of life Hobbyists, aspiring artists, part-tiave me an outside connection to the world that I needed Appreciated Relished
As the final walk-in hours drew to a close, the chimes above the door sounded and I looked up just as Jana entered with Max behind her, several packages under his big biceps “Hey guys, what are you doing here?”
Jana stepped up to the ooden table with a sured I wouldn’t make you track me down this year, since you saved my life and all”
“While I’lad you caabout Jana fro the scar on her face that was barely even visible I hounded her for weeks to be in my art show until she’d relented
“And now I’m here to make up for it Hopefully” With a nod to Max, who placed three large paper-covered fraan to unwrap each of them “Let me knohat you think,” she said, her voice shaky and quiet, like the Jana I’d o