Chapter 5: The Rabbit’s Foot
“There he is! You made it,” Burt yelled as he hurried over to the bus that dropped off Drew before taking a gaggle of tourists on a day trip to Hoover Dam. It kicked up clouds of chalky dust that made Drew cough.
“Little man, why didn’t you let me send my limo?”
“I guess because I’m stubborn.” Stubborn and stupid. He felt awful. “But you can give me ten dollars for the bus. I practically had to strangle the driver to get him to drop me off here.”
“I’ve missed you,” Burt said. “Have you missed me?”
“Why couldn’t you meet me in Vegas?” Drew was not yet used to crutches. His arms hurt. His ribs hurt. His life hurt. He didn’t think he’d ever be in a good mood again. But he needed Burt’s help—the hospital bills were destroying him.
“I had a meeting here, and I
