“Can you see where in Troy they’re playing?” I asked.
“Yeah, I got it here. It’s a club called…” and weirdly, Otis paused. “…the Carrion.”
“The Carrion,” I echoed. There was a kind of spooky, disquieting quality to that name. For a reason I couldn’t quite know, my skin broke out in goose pimples.
“Yep. Looks like it’s right in downtown Troy. They haven’t posted the exact dates and times yet, but that’s where they’ll be playing.”
“All right,” I said. “Easy peasy. Just fly in there, rent a car and –”
“Okay, here’s the problem,” Otis said. “And I’ve never told you this about me, but…well…”
“Well what?”
He gave a diffident shrug. “I’m afraid of flying.”
“Oh?”
He nodded. “I hate airplanes. I just…I just can’t do them.” He looked embarrassed to admit this to me. I sensed then that this
