Caine pulled up into the hospital’s parking lot. He wanted to take his bike but decided against it at the last minute. Tonight was about stealth, so he took the rental. Parking beside a white Dodge Ram350 van, Caine rolled down his window. He looked over at the van’s driver, a man he knew all too well.
Five years ago, Psycho played the part of decoy and pretended to be Eleanor’s ex long enough to convince everyone he had left Ohio and returned to New York. At the time, even Caine had been surprised at how much the other Brother resembled the spiteful waste of space after he had shaved. Since then, Psycho had regrown his beard, and it was more difficult to see the resemblance now.
His beard was long enough that he could braid it, often with different colored beads. Caine didn’t understan
