The drive from Petal’s Peril, and the strange lawful-lawlessness of its streets, was as uneventful as the drive in, though far more subdued, with no one even attempting to make silly, pointless conversation. Callington slept, curled up across two of the limo’s seats. Magnolia spent some time on her phone, but after a while, Curt saw her start to nod off, her head against the window. And finally, he had a moment with Carmichel. But still, detail wasn’t a good idea until they were really alone. ‘N...