Bermy opened up a peeb for himself and then one for me and then stepped back over to the windows and had a seat on the stool next to mine. I think he was my best friend in Bigsby. He scratched his stubly chin and pushed his baseball cap further back on the top of his head.
"So what do you know about about Gomez?"
"'Bout as much as everybody else does," I replied before taking a big swig of my cheap brew.
The day before she bugged out Gomez had cracked. It was her son's birthday and she wanted to be with him, wherever it was that she had lived before coming to Bigsby. I tried no to find out too much about her, like I do with everyone I'd met there. The truth was the more I knew the more questions they could throw at me. I wish I could say that I was concerned about her safety or that I felt bad for her because she'd left something behind that I'd never had but I couldn't. As far as I knew they could roll me back tomorrow. People just disapeared from Bigsby all the time.