Chapter 34

Kendall looked away, assuming his thoughtful expression. I had to count my breath during your time of reflection, just so that I didn't give in to the urge to jump out of that bed and find that damn man. It was outrageous that he was being treated in the same place as me. I begged for my life, because of him. I cried in front of strangers "something I didn't used to do even in the presence of the closest friends" because of him, and I still needed to endure every layer of pain that stamped my skin, another courtesy of him.

"As far as I know, all the police were ambushing Gary... You know, because he's the "Cap Maniac". " Kendall told me, nibbling her lips with visible discomfort.

I knew who that vulgar codename was referring to, of course. Months earlier, the police had alerted all people who lived between the third and fourth avenues, in locations near Astor Place, about a series of homicides. On the news, the most brutal headlines of murder involved that same story. The point