Even so, Jaynie and I hear nothing from Detective Silver. There are no updates at all regarding the excavation. And that’s frustrating as hell. Fed up with waiting, one afternoon when work lets out early, I decide to go up to the Lowry property and check on shit for myself. Since I don’t have a car, though, that involves giving Crick a call to ask him for a helping hand. “Whatcha up to, kid?” my old friend inquires when I hit him up. “Not much,” I reply. “How’s shit with you?” We proceed to shoot the breeze for a minute or two, until I finally get around to asking, “Hey, any chance you have time to drive me up to the old Lowry property today?” “You just can’t stay away from that place, can you, my friend?” Crick replies. I envision him shaking his head, perplexed by my fascination with a home that brought me so much misery. “It’s not that,” I insist. “I just need to, uh, check on something.” Crick agrees to help. The best part is he doesn’t ask questions; he just picks me up out at the jobsite and drives me up to the old Lowry homestead.
