DYLAN
The next morning I go to the bank and replace my debit card. They are able to print it so that I can use it immediately. I also go by the DMV to get a new driver’s license. Then I head to my cell phone store and replace the phone that everyone knows about for the third time in a matter of weeks. I follow that by getting a burner phone at the drugstore. I activate it right away.
I wrestle with whether I should call Keegan to update him, but I decide to bag the idea. I can’t make myself do it.
I drive back to my apartment, and I’m struck again by the level of damage. There’s still a fire truck there, and firefighters hosing smoldering embers. I get out of my car and stand in the parking lot looking up, wondering if they would let me go in. I doubt there’s much I could salvage.
Instead I walk around to the back of the building. There’s a ladder lying on the charred grass under my window. As I get closer I can see that they’ve dusted it for prints.
I take a step closer to the building and study the ground for footprints. After all the water that was sprayed at the building, the dirt is mud now, but I walk to where it’s still dry. Nothing.
I finally give up on finding prints and go back to my car. I sit there for a moment, trying to imagine what might have happened last night. Keegan knows I’m on to him. If he suspected that I was about to take him down, he would take me out first. That’s what last night was about.
I wonder if Rollins got drunk because he knew it was happening.