“Nothing. Never mind. Can you come over, please?”
“Are the Lindermans there?”
“I wouldn’t be calling you if they were home, Billy.”
“It’ll take me half an hour. I’m across town at Randy’s.”
His answer gave me pause. I shivered at the name. “Randy Hollinsworth?”
He mumbled an affirmative “uh-huh” and laughed as if what I said was hilarious. “Yeah. He called me and asked if I’d come over to his place tonight. Shoot the s**t and drink, you know?”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “I thought you hated Randy after what happened sophomore year.”
A long pause drew out on the line.
Static.
I thought we got disconnected. “Billy?”
“I’m here.”
“Are you going to answer me?”
“I’m on my way. Give me a minute. I’ll be there soon.”
I shook my head and fingered the beginnings of a headache beating
