Chapter 157

Chip led Fargo to a place called Ingomar Ledge, which was an abandoned limestone quarry that resembled a square bathtub. Four manmade limestone cliffs were all approximately eighty feet high and overlooked an Olympic-sized pool with fresh blue-green water. Standing on the southernmost side of the Ledge, holding Fargo’s right hand within his left hand, he asked the saddle store owner, “Have you ever been here?”

“Many times. A long time ago. High school kids, including me, used to come here and party.” Fargo looked to his right. Empty beer cans were lined against part of the edge, wedged in the rock’s cracks. He pointed to the debris and said, “By the looks of it, they still do.”

“Did you also used to swim here?”

“Everyone did. It was the place to be.” Fargo looked around, scanning the bathtub-shaped hole in the earth that was filled with God’s natural water. “I think I gave my first blowjob right where we’re standing.”