Owen Minor stood in a patch of sunlight that leaned into the room. He liked the feel of the smile that twisted his lips.
Outside was a beat-up old car with a U-Haul trailer attached. Out-of-town plates. A man stood on the pavement staring at the car and everything about his body language spoke of anger and tension.
Owen checked to make sure no one was looking at him and then reached up under his shirt, worming his finger along belly flesh until he touched his sternum. He could feel something there. Something new.
And … something different.
Wriggling like maggots through his skin.
He couldn’t wait to get off work so he could go home and find out what it was.