There was nobody out there, Chuck said. I looked all over the county for that red Chevy pickup truck like you told me and nothing turned up, he lit a cigarette and opened his thermos to pour a cup of coffee.
Did you try over by the river?, John C. asked. Sometimes bodies show up there, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Sometimes you can see em floating down stream. Other times you find em washed up on the banks.
You think that’s what happened? Think somebody killed him and dumped his body in the river?, Chuck crossed himself.
This boy owe anybody money?
He owed everybody money. Including me. I’d loan him money when I saw him ’round town. He looked so dirty all the time; bathed in Fountain Square. Used dishwashing soap. Just jumped in there clothes and all on hot summer days. We’d have to tell him to get out of there. Always took two of us in uniform to get him to listen. But, he’d come out. Always singing. Sang that song by The Stones. Brown Sugar.
Yeah, I heard him sing that a few times. Only song he knew I think.
You think he done took off?
I’ll call other counties.
Yeah. That’s a good idea.
Did you ever think you’d be better off dead?, John C. shook his head.
I’ll bet ya he did. Get rid of them demons once and for all. I know he was miserable.
Who called him in missing?
His momma. Said he stopped calling her two days ago. Said that wasn’t like him.
Well, I’m not going to waste all my time looking for some crazy homeless guy.
I hear ya.
Give it a couple of days, see if he shows up. We’ll see. We’ll see.