Chapter 5
By the time he’d finished his first day at the warehouse, Luke was exhausted. There’s a hell of a difference between sitting on my ass begging for change, and working my ass off hauling boxes around.
When he stepped off the bus, a block from Richwood Avenue, he considered immediately going down to the bridge to sleep. He might have, if he wasn’t hungry. He hadn’t eaten since what passed for breakfast—half a bagel and part of a sausage sandwich he found in a trashcan on his way to the bus.
If I’m going to eat, and have bus money for the rest of the week, I’d better find a spot and hope people are feeling generous.
First, though, he stopped at a convenience store with a payphone to call Jourdain. Like the day before, he was sent directly to voicemail. He left a message, saying
