Chapter 14“You dumb shits! I leave you guys alone for a coupla' lousy hours, an' whatta' ya' do? You burn down a fuckin' building! Holy f**k!" Rocky fell back in his chair, beer in hand, and laughed.
Crank wasn't in a joking mood; while Rocky roared, he just sat and stared darkly at the big man. Joe watched his red-haired friend and realized that this was the lowest he had ever seen him. Crank was silent, pale, stiff, dead, except for a twitch of his hand or a blink. His eyes were carbon pits drilled into his skull, sunk and lidded from exhaustion or despair; his hair was greased and wild, stuck up and around in stalks like it was combed with paste.
Joe and Crank had been sitting around Tap's since it opened at nine o'clock, and Rocky had stopped in around eleven. In all that time, Cran
