Chapter 17

“I’ll call you, if I find our homeless guy,” Kevan said.

“Or if you don’t,” Craig replied. “Don’t leave me on tenterhooks.”

“I will. Let you know either way, I mean.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you, for dinner.”

Craig laughed. “I was just paying what I owed you for this week, according to you.”

“Yep. And next week, you can pay the same way, as far as I’m concerned. It gets me out of cooking for myself.”

“You’re on.”

They said goodnight, then took off for their respective homes. 6

Craig didn’t hear from Kevan until the following Thursday.

“No luck with finding the homeless guy,” Kevan told him when he called mid-afternoon. “And the card hasn’t been used since the convenience store.”

“That’s weird,” Craig said. “He knows it works.”

“Maybe he got a conscience. Maybe he lost it. Maybe it’s buried so deep in his backpack he forgot he had it. Whatever the reason, he hasn’t bought anything else with it.”