GERALD

Perched uncomfortably in my car, I scanned every face that emerged in the glow of the bar's neon sign. My nerves stretched so hard they'd begun to go numb.

Every minute felt longer than the last, my patience fraying at the edges. The cold hum of my car's engine provided little comfort as I juggled my phone between anxious glances. This was a campout I hadn't expected to do, nor had a choice not to.

I had to find Harry and pick up any information on him that I could. Smith's voice eventually broke through the quietude as I picked up his call. Finally, a lifeline in this utterly...