Chapter 33

“Then, uh, maybe I’ll see ya here sometime. Ya know?” Roy opened the door.

“Or maybe not,” Tucker said.

“Or maybe not…Tater Tot.” Roy jumped down. “Scooter makes a better fag, anyway.”

“You’re such an asshole,” Tucker said.

Roy shrugged. “Then you should be down without having to see me no more.” He got in his car and started it.

Tucker reached for his necklace as he watched Roy burn out. The 45-rpm adapter on the chain was something he’d always fondled when upset, even without realizing it. He rubbed his chest. His shirt was more unbuttoned than done. He forgotten that the necklace hadn’t been around his neck for a while. “Shit!” Tucker reached into his pocket. They weren’t even the same pants that he was wearing the day he took it off. The adapter part was still on Chad’s record; there was some relief in that, but…“Where the hell is the chain?”