I was checking out the announcement, just about to take a sip of my coffee, when I noticed part of a different flyer underneath the poster. Something about it seemed familiar, so I pulled it out. And holy shit, Doc, it was a flyer with my face on it--my face--over the words Missing Realtor. I jus...
I’d told Mike I’d work an extra shift if he needed me—it was starting to get busy now that it was the middle of May and the tourists were coming—but he gave me hell, told me I needed a life. We both knew that since I left the halfway house, the restaurant was my life. I’d be forever grateful to h...
I could see Riley’s red cap as he ran out to a car. I turned back to Dallas, who was lighting a cigarette. “What if we were wrong?” I said. “What if they don’t have them?” “Where else could they be?” she said. “I don’t know, but his face…” “I know. He was shocked.” She took a long drag of her cig...