Chapter 37: The JournalistHours later, having a numb bottom because of Manning’s cowboy ride…
The journalist reached out to me by email, which I checked on my cell phone: Need your help, Joel. Call me at my office when you have a moment. Something is up. Don’t even ask.
Back at Chester House, leaving the cowboy to his evening, I took a short break from my mystery writing and called Zac. “What’s going on? What kind of help do you need from me?”
“Buck’s birthday is coming up. You know that, right?”
The question was silly. Of course I did. “Yes. He’s turning thirty-three.”
“I’d like to throw a little gathering for him at The Rift, since he loves that bar, even though he’s probably too old to enjoy it. Is there any way you can distract him next Friday afternoon? I want his party to be in
