Christopher said he wanted to talk to Abe a few more minutes. He added that he and Henry would be back at my house by dinnertime, and where I’d suggested to eat sounded good to them. Henry’d broken in then, giggling over the words Rock Bottom. I was halfway back to my house when Lloyd Campbell pulled his official sheriff’s department van up behind me and motioned me off the road. After I stopped, he got out of his vehicle and marched up to my truck.
“Where the hell have you been, Frank?” he demanded. “I started getting phone calls early this morning because you haven’t been answering your phone. Then you didn’t come in to the store, and Riley didn’t know where you were.”
Lloyd didn’t look particularly upset, though. More amused than anything. His eyes lit up as if he were smiling, but hi
