Neil Josten let his cigarette burn to the filter without taking a drag. He didn’t want the nicotine; he wanted the acrid smoke that reminded him of his mother. If he inhaled slowly enough, he could almost taste the ghost of gasoline and fire.
exchanged looks. Neil looked from one face to another, trying to track their
silent conversation. Allison radiated impatience and disapproval, but Renee was
smiling a little. Matt grimaced and shrugged, leaving the decision to Dan. Finally
Dan sighed and turned on Neil.