CHAPTER TEN
Norman Behrens didn’t know why, but he had always thought there was something very cool about being able to just leave his beer in the back of the pickup truck and knowing it would be cold when he retrieved one. He’d put the case in the cooler two hours ago and it was already cold. He could feel it even through his gloves.
He popped the top on his can of Budweiser and took a drink from it. Following the cooler, he then removed the other items in the back of his truck: two fishing rods, a smaller cooler with a container of minnows, and his handheld drill.
Beside him, his friend Weldon Smith plucked a beer from the cooler as well. He also took one of the fishing rods. The two men chuckled and tapped their beer cans together.
“You sure about this?” Weldon asked.
“No,” Norman
