The Memory Painter

Bryan knew it was time to return to Boston. He needed to get back and call this trip an honorable failure. He needed to repair things with Linz—and he needed to find Finn. Finn would have at least some of the answers he was looking for. Together they could confront Conrad.

His flight wasn’t until tomorrow, so after he returned the boat, he rented a car for a day to tour the area. He drove to Conception Bay and headed inland. Caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the tire blow out until the whole car started to shake. Swearing, he pulled over and got out.

He was relieved to find a spare in the trunk, but there were no tools to change it. He was stranded in the countryside, and it was at least a half-hour walk back to town. Maybe there would be a house on the way, and someone would have a jack he could borrow.