Vince was in danger.
“Speaking of Shorty…” He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, crushing its burning tip into the dirt. “I should get back to them before they leave me here. They’re my ride back to the Thunderbird.”
“When are you dragging your ass back to the Rouge?” Joseph asked.
“Soon,” he promised. He tipped a finger and nodded good-bye to the others, then turned on his heel and strolled back to the front of the church. He would’ve preferred to run, but the last thing he was going to do now was draw even more attention to the fact he needed to find Vince. Now.
Jimmy and Kate were still waiting in the receiving line, though they were much closer to the front now. Vince wasn’t with them. David scanned the room, certain that he would choose to stick close to his boss. People were milling around, congregating into small groups full of whispered, intense conversations, but none of them were the tall, broad-shouldered man David was searching for.