Chapter 6
But suddenly, weakened by sadness, nausea rose in his throat, and he pulled over to the side of the road and killed the ignition. Shaking behind the steering wheel, he glimpsed his friend’s face in his mind. He smiled and tried to gather his wits, inhaling, exhaling. His pulse slowed, his breathing evened out. When he finally composed himself, enough to drive, he pulled himself upright in the driver’s seat, and reached forward to turn the key in the ignition. After looking up into the rearview mirror for any oncoming traffic, he pulled slowly out into the street.
His friend Sam Wilson’s mansion loomed in the background like a stock photo from one of those PBS “Masterpiece Mystery” shows. Harry parked his car on the shoulder of Huntington Avenue and got out.