It’s after 8, and Jacobi hasn’t shown up yet. I was driving myself crazy, every time the door would open it’d catch my attention and I’d watch the people come in, hopeful one of them would be him. When none of them were, I’d feel disappointed, and then get back to work. By 7:30 I was convinced he wasn’t going to show up at all, and I needed to clear my head. I decided to make my Sunday deposit a little early. I normally would go to my apartment and grab a car even though the bank was within walking distance. I usually liked to get to the bank and back quickly, but not tonight. Tonight I needed fresh air and exercise.
I was on my way back to the bar, and stopped in the convenience store I passed on my way to the bank. As I passed it the first time, it made me think about Jacobi a
