Chapitre 72: Chapter 72

“I’m at the gas station that’s about two minutes from your place.” The sorrow and weariness in his friend’s voice almost broke Tom’s heart. “I…I didn’t want to just come knocking on your door.”

Tom gritted his teeth. That meant his friend had been on the road for more than five and a half hours for his hog to travel the distance between Midway Park and Savannah—over three hundred fifty miles. “You know you’re always more than welcome, but what are you doing in that part of town? I called you about it. You weren’t home, but I told Lucas.” Things were too serious to continue teasing his friend.

“Oh, yeah. That’s right,” he said hollowly. “I…I guess I forgot. You moved in with what’s-his-name?”

“His name is Jack Jackson, as you very well know.” His friend had a mind like a steel trap and forgot nothing, which was why he still was less than friendly toward Jack, remembering the times he’d had to pull Tom together after Jack had pushed Tom away once again.