Twenty-one
The interior of Jason’s old Subaru Forrester smelled faintly of stale coffee and the quiet, persistent scent of lavender, a recent, domestic import from Blake’s side of the closet. Outside, the November rain was a relentless curtain against the windshield, blurring the lights of Merrickville’s Main Street into streaks of light.
Inside the car, the tension was a physical third occupant. Blake Wolochowski sat hunched in the passenger seat, his dark coat pulled tight, looki