Shane
I stare out the small dirty window as the sun shines off that stupid windchime Candice put up outside. The gleam moves around the table we are all surrounding, and I watch with boredom as it makes its way over to where my hands rest on the hardwood.
"We need something, anything on him that will at least throw him off." I look up at Chance's determined eyes as he stands up from his seat for the millionth time.
We have been here in church for over an hour, and so far, we have absolutely nothing accomplished. It's Austin, Chance and I, and every part of me wants to just go home, sit out on my back deck and drink a beer. Anything is better than being here listening to each other go back and forth on what we can and cannot do about Alberts and our current dilemma.
"We will get somethi
