chapter 5
Thursday, March 6, 6:30 p.m.
Drew was not the only one sitting at Jacob’s Mill on Main Street at supper time, but he was the only one alone. Late 20-somethings – busy getting hammered at the height of Thursday’s Happy Hour – surrounded him. He did his best to ignore their annoying presence and contemplated the whiskey sour in one hand and his phone in the other. He sipped while he waited for Sabrina to reply to what was looking like his third unanswered text in an hour. The last he’d heard from her was a curt text rejecting his offer to pick her up at the station.
SABRINA
I am capable of finding my own way there.
dead men tell no tales, but this one did
do u understand what im talking about?
these drinks are weak
where ru?
She should have answered by now. He considered c
