visit

I should have known better than to make an unannounced visit to his home. Truthfully though, I did know better, which is why I’d carried a gun. But I left the gun in the car. We had lost contact with our truck driver over the last few months. He wasn’t responding to phone calls or letters. He wasn’t working anywhere that I knew of. He certainly wasn’t driving trucks anywhere any more, not after failing another drug test. This one a post-accident drug test. The wreck happened on a Wednesday, but my truck driver had done enough crystal meth over...