Capítulo 8: Chapter 8

…the fourth dream had been on the train coming into the city…

Room numbers 1107 and 1143.

The blond man, the sad eyes, the cigarette, Blaze in bed…A phrase, SINS OF THE FATHER, and the top of a flyer jutting out from a book. The flyer had been from a church, perhaps, the scrawling single word the only color in the black and white dream:

BELIEVE.

And then, just before they left, a cell phone, a steering wheel, and carnival music. Rarely did Blaze have so damned little to work with, but he’d done more with less and managed to pay his dues on time.

Arik lead Blaze to a Chrysler 300 in an icy blue color. “Upgrade,” Arik said, almost apologetically. The car chirped at them as though it was agreeing.

“Nice,” Blaze said, opening the back door, tossing in his bag, and climbing in to settle in the front seat. “So where we headed?” Blaze fastened his belt.

“I’ve got a client meeting at half past ten,” Arik replied, hooking a hand onto Blaze’s seat and reversing out of the space.