Chapter 2
Trevor fumbled at the phone buzzing in his jeans pocket, hoping to see who was trying to call before the dang thing shut itself down.
Sure enough, the red battery icon flashed on the screen for a second before it went dark.
He stood still on the cracked black asphalt parking lot of the convenience store on the outskirts of town, sweating and wondering if he should go back in and beg their phone for a minute. Not that he had much choice with pay phones a thing of his distant childhood memories.
Maybe someone at his own grocery store would know who was trying to reach him.
He glanced back at the convenience store, plate glass windows covered with huge marketing posters faded from years of hanging in the hot sun. It was true you could buy all manner of beer, soda, snacks, and e
