Chapter Thirteen
Emily and Phin found Mike in the park as Peyton described, but to Emily’s frustration, Mike was of no help whatsoever. He was drunk, or high, or both, and when Emily pressed him for information, he laughed and said she was wasting her time.
“He’s a big kid,” said Mike, his bloodshot eyes rolling his in head. “He’ll come home. Or he won’t. But you won’t find him.”
Phin looked like he wanted to take Mike and shake him until the few teeth remaining in his head fell out. Emily was tempted to do the same.
“Peyton said you might know where Josh is,” said Emily.
Mike guffawed. “That stupid kid. Does he think I keep tabs on everyone this city? Jeezus, I can’t even remember what I ate last.”
“You don’t have any idea where Josh might have gone? Nothing?”
“Lady, give it up.” M
