Chapter Thirty-One: Roadtrip

"Man," Tony said, thoughtfully, "T-Bone was sure funky, you know, agitated - know what I'm saying? He's never like that. Brutha's a cool cat."

"Maybe he's on the run," responded Will, his greasy Raiders beanie still pulled low, partially covering his eyes and bushy eyebrows.

"Yeah. You still got whatever that thing was that fell outta his pocket?" continued Tony. "Right here," said Will, handing the used Greyhound ticket stub over.

It was only a couple of days old, and read 'Reno' as the departure location. "I feel like doin' some gamblin'," Tony announced, grinning. "Let's go," Will muttered toothlessly with a nod.