Chapter 38

Jesses wasn’t on Ridgemont Avenue, so I instructed Phil to head toward Oliver Park. Oliver had a boarding rink where kids could stay out late and play on their pennies. City cops were always patrolling the park, minimizing drug use, bullying, and whatever else unruly teenagers seemed to get themselves into. There were other streets, avenues, lanes, and ways that I had Phil drive down. Jesse wasn’t anywhere to be found, though.

Then I told Phil, “Head over to Charter.”

“Charter Square or Charter Avenue?”

“Charter Square,” I said. The square allowed kids of Jesse’s age to enter an under-aged bar where they could dance, drink sodas and power drinks, and be social.

Phil made a right on Beechner Lane, and I saw that the club was closed because the owners were on vacation.

I told the cabbie, “Head over to Walker Bridge.”