Chapter Fifteen
AFTER I LEFT Adriana, I took a cruise on my bike to clear both of my heads, and then headed to Griffin’s. I met up with Tank in the parking lot; there were shadows under his eyes and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.
“Hey, man,” I said, shoving my key into the front of my jeans. “You’re looking pretty rough.”
He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Even after I called you?”
He opened the door to the bar and we went inside. “f**k no. I heard Krystal’s phone go off right after we hung up, and when I read the text message sent to her, I was too jacked up to sleep.”
“Message? What message?”
“Some douchebag named Gary sent her a message. It said, ‘Thanks for everything’.”
“Oh yeah? Did you ask her about it?”
“No.”
“Why not?” I said, thinking the message could have mea
