Josiah
For some time, I just looked out at the forest, the sounds of the birds and the brook echoing outside the car, as I let my admission settle. I already knew, of course, it was only that I hadn’t said it out loud. I loved Olivia.
I kind of zoned out with that thought, and when I came to, Renee was reclining in the seat, lost in her own thoughts it seemed, her dusty feet propped up on the dashboard.
Something was niggling at me. Something in the midst of what Renee had said or I had asked. Then it came to me. “Why was Bentley even at the club? Why not try ‘investigating’ the drug situation at the other bars, the casino, or the bowling alley?”
I saw Renee’s brow furrow as she contemplated that question. “It should mean something,” she stroked her chin. “It should mean the club
