Chapter 25
I figured the UT had probably taken Jackie, then tossed my apartment in search of anything that might lead them in the direction of the storage unit – a hidden key, a receipt, a bill, anything she might have stashed away. I didn’t know if they would have found anything like that or not, but given the way Bobby Bullet died I didn’t have much time to ponder the question. I was standing there staring at the ruin of my apartment and wondering what the hell I could possibly do when I suddenly remembered Bill Barnar, a straightedge guy I used to know. He was from DC originally, a skinny little bald guy who looked like a Hare Krishna because he actually was one at one point. A lot of straightedges were.
Straightedge was born in the DC punk scene, when Minor Threat recorded the song “
