South Texas Tangle. T.K. O'Neill

popping up in his head like the tab on a cash register.

      A short time later, stretched out in the hot sun, his muscles loosening, pores opening to allow the toxins unrestricted access to the atmosphere, Jimmy pulled out his phone and retrieved the voicemail. While he was listening to Sam’s repeated impassioned pleas to “Be here for me,” the phone dinged the arrival of a text message, unusual in that it was also from Sam. Jimmy thinking it might be the first time Sam ever texted anyone, douchebag being totally old school.