I need to think.

Celeste found me around town the other day, wanted to talk about Dave; said he scared her, with some crazy shit about vampires and poison and wolves, and that she'd taken her kid and run. And we did. Talk.

I haven't told the Savage brothers yet about that little conversation. I know, you'd think something like finding out my cousin-in-law suspects her fucked-in-the-head husband of killing my kid, would just be at the front of my mind all the time, right? It is; the two blockheads have their fucking phones off. Val and Kevin'll help me out once they're in the loop, but... Jesus Christ, this is so messed up!

I think I'll take a walk down by the Mystic, check up on all the old dives, ya know? Make sure nothing's changed, find a friend to talk to. Maybe hit up the bar right at the water's edge, one of those quiet places where everyone just leaves you to your own business. Then I'll track down the boys.