Chapter 29

Toby passed a joint to me, and I puffed on it, enjoying a buzz. I then passed the stick to Sander, who inhaled with pleasure, dazed and confused. Toby talked about himself during our smoke fest. I learned during the next hour that Toby Parke grew his own pot in the nearby woods, sold the shit to locals, and made a killing off the stuff, putting money in plastic bags and burying it in the meadow, probably near Lewis’s grave. I also learned that Toby and Sander had had sex with each other numerous times in the last twenty-four months, never became boyfriends, and robbed a convenience store, somewhere near Indianapolis, when they were high on meth.