BREN
We went bowling.
The lanes were packed, which I noted to Brock as he checked us in. Trundle was there, but helping someone else.
He handed over our shoes, saying, “Yeah. Some pics of your group got on social media. It’s been a slow trickle since then, but you’re right. We’re doing good in the bowling business again.” He gave a short laugh. “Should probably think about fixing the sign outside and repaving the parking lot.”
I grinned, taking my shoes and handing out the rest. “I kinda like the Coug r Lanes, myself.”
He chuckled, then nodded to the guys as they moved to where we’d be bowling. “You doing okay? Your head. Ready for tomorrow?”
I was supposed to go out in the field tomorrow. I knew they were planning on tracking down two jumps.
I nodded now, everything inside of me ge
