15
ENZO
We packed the few things we brought when my cell phone rang. It was Lorenzo telling me the Humboldt County Sheriff’s office stopped by to report Bobby’s car was located down a steep ravine next to Highway 299. They had not found his body.
I ended the call and turned away from the window towards Tessa. She watched me with all the color bleached from her cheeks.
“What is it? Who was that?” She asked, holding the outfit she’d worn last night bunched in her hands, kneading it in the air like a loaf of bread dough.
“It was my brother. Said he spoke to the Sheriff, and they found Bobby’s pickup, but they didn’t find Bobby.”
She brought the dress to her mouth, reminding me of a little kid gripping their favorite blanket for comfort. “Where was the truck?” She asked.
“At the bottom
