Chapter 15 As soon as Kate and their mother disappeared into Kate’s house, Drake turned on his brother. “Dammit, Pic, you must know somebody in Drinkwell who knows where Dad is. Mom’s right. He needs to be here.” Pic bristled. “He doesn’t discuss his social activities with me. And I know damn well he wouldn’t like me nosing into them. He’s not a kid, forcrissake. He’s fifty-three years old.” “Then he needs to stop acting like he’s seventeen,” Drake said. “Get on the horn and see if you can find him.” “You know, if you had to deal with some of his and Mom’s crap yourself—” “I hear plenty of it from Mom’s end. This is no time for a debate. Let’s just find out where he is.” “Goddammit.” Pic mumbled, shaking his head. But he unhooked his cell phone from his belt. “I’ll make some calls.” Drake watched the activity around the fire site while Pic made calls, which seemed to go on forever. Finally, Pic hooked his phone back on his belt.
