Chapter 11
Harry hit the discount department store out by the Portland airport. He bought the first jeans he’d owned in a decade, a t-shirt that didn’t have anything to do with the coast or Oregon at all, and a pair of cheap shoes that felt like they were trying to reshape his feet. The dressing room trash bin he filled with the Nikes and everything else he’d been wearing—it wasn’t even worth the effort to see if any of it was salvageable.
He skipped Vegas and flew home on the first flight he could find.
Tuesday, he checked in at the office. After a couple of meetings, he was told to take the rest of the week off and enjoy himself. There was a complete laugh. He hadn’t even slept since leaving Oregon except in fits and naps filled with ugly dreams.
Wednesday he walked into the local sh
