Chapter 38As promised, Laurel and I were back at Going Somewhere? in less than a half-hour—twenty minutes, to be exact. We'd left Duke at Late Jim's to start his own trip to Parapets with Rusty and Roy. Good riddance, at least for the time being.
Mahoney wasn't ready to roll for another fifteen minutes. He emerged from the back of the agency wearing a black ball cap with a Going Somewhere? logo that matched his black t-shirt. Carried a six-pack cooler and a black jacket slung over his shoulder.
As Mahoney locked the front door of the agency, he announced he was driving. We piled into his burgundy Jeep out front and took off down the street.
Laurel was riding shotgun and did most of the talking for a while. I hunkered down in the back seat, hoping to sulk in peace—but I admit, I wa
