Chapter 10
“So, I, um, ended up in Troy. Just drove until I needed to stop for gas. I was flipping through a newspaper in my new junker, parked in the shade outside a diner, sharing scrambled eggs with Laddie, and something caught my eye.”
It was hot as hell: the middle of July. Tucker knocked, then looked in through the open door into a cramped red-and-silver Gulf Stream, hardly big enough for its small table, couch, and the large man that stood almost as tall as the ceiling. Tucker crouched, reminded of doing the same in the back of his old van, the one that had died before his dad had. His second van, a year older than the first but still running, also slightly bigger, held everything he now owned, not just box after box of records. Tucker looked back to Laddie hanging his head out th
