Go into the bar and get checked out
“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I say. And I realize it’s true. Katie drove us here, so I wouldn’t get very far even if I chased after her. I have no vehicle. And where would I be chasing to exactly? It’s not like she left an address.
“I reported those guys,” Kristine says, tugging at my elbow again. “They’ll be on the lookout for her.”
That settles it. I won’t be able to help her tonight, but I can help myself. “I need a cab.”
“Then let’s call you a cab.” She motions toward the bar, trying for the millionth time to get me to come inside.
Jack holds the door open for us. The roar of the bar hits us full force. I’m not sure if it’s louder than it was when I came in earlier, or if my headache is amplifying this sound unpleasantly.
I grimace.
