Roger wanted Ian to look at him and know what was coming, the same way Isla must have looked at Ian behind the wheel. Finally, Ian did look him in the eye, though he looked more curious than concerned. 66 “This is for Isla,” Roger said, and he swung. He’d never been much of a baseball player, but this was an impressive swing. The sound of the bat connecting with Ian’s head was less impressive—not the thwack he’d heard in movies, more of a dull, wet, slappy sound. It propelled Ian backward into the back wall of the freezer. His eyes rolled back, and he slid down onto the floor.
