No one asked where it came from or what he had to do to get it. I didn’t feel nearly as much shame as I should have that I didn’t want to know anymore than the rest of them did. I hoped for the best as I moved Robbie’s car behind the dump truck, but before I abandoned it completely, I dug for a pen in the glove box and wrote on the back of an old envelope. Robbie—Gone Fishing 11:03AM. Coming back from around the dump truck, I could see Yuri and Reid talking quietly amongst themselves, though it looked like Yuri was doing most of the talking for a change, and when Reid interrupted, Yuri’s eyes got wide and his tone a little more harsh. Finally, Reid pushed Yuri and the two dispersed. I looked around until I found Charlie, only panicking slightly when I didn’t see him right away. I never thought I’d be so happy to see him smoking, and when I did I hid behind the open door of the truck, inhaling the scent of clove.
