Chapter 6Castille’s prophesy regarding his family was correct. When he ambled down for breakfast, he faced a barrage of questions once their surprise faded. As evening came around, Harvey settled where he could watch the path and waited for Castille.
But he didn’t come, nor did he call. Not the next day, or the one after that. As each day passed, Harvey’s heart fractured a little more and Trog’s words weighed him down. He stared out of the window, but there was nothing to see.
“Why don’t you go to his house?” Faith laid a hand on his shoulder. “Or the bar? Maybe he needed to go somewhere. You don’t have a phone, although I’ve taken care of that now.” She handed him a cell phone and Harvey stared at it.
“He said he’d be in touch. He gave me his word.” Harvey sighed. “But he hasn’t.”
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