Chapter 37: ArgumentThey came back around eight in the evening looking windblown, spent, and out of breath. Both claimed they were hungry, but they didn’t eat anything. Tacoma took Katz upstairs for privacy and to take a piss.
I followed them. f**k privacy.
When Katz went into the second-floor bathroom, I moved up to Tacoma and asked him, “Where did the two of you go?”
“Out and around. Nowhere important.” He smelled of cigarettes and beer, looked beaten by the wind, and his eyes were bloodshot.
“Where is out and about?”
He stared at me with an unsmiling expression, obviously turning on me. “You’re not like my father or anything, Robert. Do you really need to know? We just went out for a ride on Katz’s bike. We had a snack at some deli in town, a smoke, and then a beer at a nearby bar.
