Chapter 18 A Search and a Party
The cool rain washed the sweat of Lyle's eyes as he walked down Lima's broken sidewalks, weaving around haphazardly parked cars. Every block or two he stopped to talk to a cell phone scratch card dealer, leaving his mobile number with each one. "if you see a brown-haired white guy, young, alone ...... tell the a-wall drilling contractor to give me a call!
Last part made up, Doug Casey and John Hunt would be proud!