Looking for Gentry part 1
It started with a dare. Just a little one. There was no way she would have known anything I needed. But it had been a long day and it was the sort of thing I was supposed to do, so I bought us a drink and decided to ask about the car. The cops found it, parked in the crab-joint's lot, the day before. A three-hour drive away, there was an examiner from the state in the file room of a small town bank, but no banker in the big corner office. I was supposed to find him. The car was the...