Sex, Drugs, and Rock n' Roll

Part 11: Man hunt

My eyes opened. As we have before discussed I don't like my sleep so I was particularly disturbed when I found my forehead pressed against weasel's forehead with him talking to me.

"Dude wake up man come on." he said.

I rolled over to go back to sleep but with his slight muscles, Weasel turned me over again.

"Come on man! Mark's gone we need you!"

"what?" I asked groggilly.

"Tom told us about your fight with Mark. Mark was there when he told us. Mark told us he was gonna go get a coke from the fridge out back my garage you know? He was gone for like 30 minutes so I done figured He must be jerking off into the coke can or something so I went outside to see. But he was gone. He left his phone in the fridge Todd. Something's wrong we gotta find him. We need you. Put aside whatever feelings you had in Vegas come on man Bros before Hos." he said shaking me.

"Alright alright I'm up." I said and through the covers off me as Weasel backed off.

I got my Pellet gun from the bed and my phone from the charger. One message from Tracy and nothing from Mark. I didn't read Tracy's text and followed Weasel down stairs. We left without talking to my parents and it was only then that I realized it was 6:03 AM. We took weasel's car. A old 1972 Gran Torino he inherted from his dad. Weasel's father had abandon him and his mother after he was born. Then He ended up dying after 3 years in car wreck and willed all his stuff to them. We got in and Weasel drove. It wasn't until he spoke that I realized Max was in the car with us.

"Sorry about Vegas Toddie." he said from the back seat.

"Don't be." I said flatly.

"When did Mark leave for the Coke?" I asked.

"4:26 aprox." said Weasel turning around a sharp corner.

"Okay, well was his car still at your house?" I asked.

"Yeah. He left his phone in the fridge too and changed the password."

"Alright, that's five minutes to change the pass code on his phone and then if this wasn't premeditaded he could have literally left after thirty minutes of thinking. Without a car though he could only still be in our county assuming he didn't hitch hike." I deducted.

"Coozy's!" said Weasel suddenly stopping the car. Being that there was no one around at 6:12 in the morning he back the car up and wheeled it around going in the other direction. "I can't believe we didn't think of Coozy's"

"What?" asked Max. "what's coozy's?"

"A bar about 45 minutes south of town. I'll bet you 50 bucks he'll be there." said weasel near flooring it.

"Weasel slow down. There may not be people but the fuzz is still here." Max said watching out the back window. The sun was just beinging to rise in the distant fog was we exited the tree cover in town and went onto the highway.

"Why would Mark be at Coozy's I don't understand" questioned Max.

"Mark's dad owns it." He said.

Mark's dad had never been close to his son at all. It was assumed he used to beat his mother. Domestic violence was a very upsetting topic in any discusion or movie for Mark and he usual left to get a snack when those scenes came on. We drove through the country side for about half an hour until we came to the bridge. The open countryside was brown and dotted with trees up until here. There was a wide and mildly deep reveen. A large bridge spanned it and on the other side the country was the same. We drove across the bridge but suddenly Weasel put on the brakes and stopped the car. We lurched foward and Max banged his head on the console.

"Agh, what the fuck Weasel?!" he said.

"I got out along with Weasel. he walked to the other side of the bridge and then I saw him. A man. Stood on the top of the railing. Holding onto the fence of bridge with stood as part of the rail. He was facing the other way. He was preparing to jump. It was Mark.