MONEY PEOPLE DIRT
“Sooner or later you and Tombstone are gonna have to work out your differences.”
Camille’s words rang in my ears and although I hated to admit it, even to myself, I knew she was right. If I wanted to keep the band together, I was going to have to find some way to square things with Tombstone.
I waited until dawn then swallowed my pride and went looking for him. The RV stood dark and silent in the back lot behind the Cursèd Place and no one answered when I knocked on the warped fiberglass door. I picked the lock and stuck my head inside.
“Hullo?” I called. “Tombstone?”
There was no response, not even a groan of annoyance from someone hungover and trying to sleep. I climbed aboard and poked around. His bunk was neatly made. The kitchen was bare of clutter. There was no
