Low Hollow
The morning turned chaotic for Steve. It had started off just fine: two cups of coffee with the morning news. He enjoyed a Dean Koontz chapter of the author’s current bestseller that he was slowly getting through, and he luxuriated in a hot shower.
Maybe Gio was having a worse day. At least Steve thought he was, since the guy ran out of cigarettes and was having withdrawal for some nicotine.
Disgusted, Gio complained to him, “I’m hiking the three blocks to Go’s Gas and Stop for some cigs. You relax. Don’t do anything. I’ll be back in less than a half hour.” Gio snagged his cellphone off the bedroom dresser before leaving. He tucked the phone inside his winter jacket and added, “Call me if you need me. I won’t be far away. I should have known to stock up on a pack of cigarette
