Chapter 44: Regret
With the hotel door closed behind him, Sol took a few minutes to center himself in partial treeform. He didn't lose himself completely this way, but he found it gave him considerable clarity when he was dealing with anxiety. Anxiety from murdering a Sheriff, for instance.
He heard an ambulance and crew a few short minutes later muttering through the door about him being pronounced dead. More questions and mentions of a heart attack. Sol listened to it all pretending he didn't care. But he did. He turned to the garbage can to remove the contents of his stomach. He had just killed a man.