Chapter 11We drove a few miles out of town to a rundown diner. Very backwoods. Few cars in the parking lot meant fewer people to spot us and recognize us. I called Pearl before we walked inside. I just needed to make sure she was safe and sound. Well, safe, anyway.
“You okay, sugar?” she asked right off the bat, an edge to her voice.
“Fine and dandy,” I replied, trying to keep my voice even. See, I could never lie to her and get away with it. “Why, do you have reason to believe otherwise?”
She paused. “Probably nothing,” she replied. “Just, you’ve been getting calls these last couple of days. People looking for you. Friends of yours.”
“Which friends?” I asked, swallowing hard.
“Don’t know. Just folks saying they’s your friends and asking where you are. So I told ‘em.”
“You told them
