The small premises were on the corner on the way to the bus station. It used to be an adult book store with dirty, boarded up windows. The new owners ...ad replaced the wooden boards with clean glass windows. The interior was still cramped, but the windows helped give it the illusion of air and space.As Bentley walked through the door a small bell tinkled above his head. He shuddered at the sound; it brought back memories of stepping on squeaky floorboards when returning too late from some party. They rode south out of town for nearly three miles, then cut back north and west for close to an hour before turning due north on an line that led them to the west trail between Stockton and Hill City. Neither of them spoke as they rode, each lost in their own thoughts. The two young men had ridden many miles and many days side by side now since meeting up back in Wichita. Most times there wasn’t any need for a lot of talk, they seemed to know what the other was thinking.Cal was jittery inside,. " Didn't you know about this?" he asked"Fuck no," I shouted, "I'm on one way comm." Someone would have had to come out and tell me," I said.Arnie left the room; I knew he was going to talk to Carter. He came back a few minutes later and told me where I could find Meg. She was being debriefed about the incident, and her story had a few discrepancies with what the investigating officers had found.I ran straight down to the debriefing rooms. I looked through the glass and saw Frank Caspari talking. Carla had some experience with drugs in her earlier years and wasn't entirely naïve. After the momentary discomfort passed and she began to feel really lovely, she thought, "These kids are fucking with me, but I don't really give a shit. I'm sure they put some dope in that brownie, but it's probably nothing that they wouldn't take themselves. Let's see how this goes. Besides, it's beginning to feel great."Carla said, "What did you little assholes put in that damned brownie." Just a little.