Duke knew, distantly, that they were saying something about him. He couldn’t really worry about that right now. There was Wade. He needed to buried. Somewhere Dwight wouldn’t find him. Wade had fucked up because Duke fucked up; he didn’t deserve Dwight’s . . . revenge? Justice?

Or Nathan’s or Audrey’s.

“We can’t let anyone know about this,” he said aloud. At least half to himself.