Chapter 3
They stood under a single streetlight as the wind blew the snow almost horizontally. Kimo reached in his pocket and held a hand up. “Come on, it’ll make you feel good.”
Dylan shook his head. “Did I drink too much at dinner? I don’t see anything.”
“It’s invisible. I had a hell of a time rolling it.” He put the imaginary cigarette between his lips and used invisible matches to light it as a trooper’s car pulled up.
Officer Washburn stepped out, securing her hat. “Oh, it’s you guys. I saw you fall down and wanted to see if you’re okay.”
They laughed. Dylan greeted her with a grand smile. “Officer Washburn, we’re fine. How nice of you to check on us, and nice to see you again.”
She stepped closer. “You gentlemen okay?”
The guys glanced at each other and smirked. Kimo held his
