Chapter Fourteen
Sage
I hadn’t known that Brownsville had so many bars until I went searching for Callan’s truck when I didn’t find him at home. As I cruised the parking lots, I found tall red truck after tall red truck, but none of them were his.
Callan’s had a small sticker with a blue wave on it on the top left-hand part of the windshield. So, at least I had something distinctive to look for. Not that it was helping me. Even though it was only a Monday night, the bars were packed. And the later it got, the more cars filled the parking lots.
To make matters worse, I had to drive very slowly, looking out for the people who were walking in and out of each establishment.
Do any of you people have jobs to get to in the morning? Or kids to take care of at home? Good Lord!
After an hour
