13
I sat at my desk, the map of Mexico spread out on top, when Bobby entered my office. Eating a chocolate covered doughnut he crept up to me and looked at the map. “That’s not a bad idea. Go where it’s warm. It got below freezing this morning. I don’t think the heater in my car is working.” He leaned over the desk. “What are you looking at?”
“Guadalajara.”
“Wouldn’t be my first choice.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, noticed the chocolate smear, lifted his pant leg and then wiped his hand on his sock. “I’d go to either coast.”
I had been studying the map. I raised my head. “I’m not going anywhere. Guadalajara is where Toby is.”
Jarred, Bobby gripped the back of a desk chair. “He’s not dead?” His face went slack with shock, his mouth hanging open.
“Apparently not.” At
