Later that evening, while Dean and his stepfather were filling their faces with apple pie and ice cream and feeling sorry for themselves about their lack of progress in finding Byrne, a young man strolled up to them with a smile on his face.
Her gaze passed over the faces in the crowd across the street.
2, which represents the four faces of the fifth rod.
Their faces were inches away, his fingers tracing a line of warm electricity down her jaw.
Piles of gear were stacked about while partners called out to those below, fed line and encouragement, while others watched, a number with anxious looks on their reddened faces as they looked downward.