He said there are a lot of ghosts looking for someone to lead them. He said to tell you it’s the kind of place where any man can be a boss.”
“And he took over the club?”
“That’s what he said. And you should see him, Domino.
I guess his ghost never discovered junk food. He’s lean and mean. He’s going to run this town on the other side.
I should warn you, though, he put Abe Warren on the payroll.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“So what about that drink?”
“I’d like that,” I said. “You’ve got my number.”
Adan nodded, grinned and started the bike. He gunned the throttle to wake up the old engine and then waved at me. He held my gaze for a long time. Finally, he slipped the aviators over his eyes, put the bike in gear and rode away without looking back.
Maybe Honey was right and men were better in the wild.
Maybe we all needed to wander, to find our own place, and maybe our paths through life would diverge for a time. But those separate paths could bend back toward each other, too. X marks the spot.
There’s a kind of magic in that. acknowledgments
Summer in Minneapolis is a magical time-it’s warm, sweet, green and far too short. This year, I spent nearly all of it in my office, sitting at my desk in front of an open window, writing Skeleton Crew. This was great for me-the book was tremendously fun to write and I’m so fortunate to have had the opportunity. Writing isn’t a spectator sport, though, and it wasn’t so great for my wife. And so, Mashenka, thank you for giving me this summer, with constant support and without a word of complaint. This is your book, too.
