I shook my head. Felt as I might faint from the heat and exertion.
“Why’d we stop?” I asked.
“I had to take a piss and it’s too hot. We need a break.”
I looked out the window and saw what looked like a lone casino behind Bobbi off in the distance. It looked to have some kind of half-assed Wild West theme.
“Where the hell are we?”
“Primm. Ever heard of it?”
“You know how Laughlin is for people who like, can’t afford Vegas?”
“Primm is for people who can’t afford Laughlin.”
“It’s a good enough place to take a piss, that’s about it.”
“I could go for that.”
Bobbi lifted me out of the car and into a motorized wheel chair.
“Snagged this in the lobby for you. Don’t say I never did anything for you,” Bobbi said once I was set into the chair.
I drove and Bobbi walked to the mouth of the casino through the blistering-hot sun.
That rush of sweet, sweet air conditioning never felt better when I walked into the dark, smoky casino and surveyed the lay of the land. A cold too deep to just come from the AC came over me.
This was the casino from the visions I had of Bonnie. Where she played cards. Where she left with the swarthy dealer. Timothy. Where I believed she met her demise. At Buffalo-fucking-Bill’s in Primm-fucking-Nevada.
This was what I came here for. That piss could wait. I made my way right to the blackjack tables. Combed through each, looking for Timothy.
Only about six or seven tables were staffed in the dregs of the day, but I decided I needed to stay. I waited outside the lady’s room until I could inform Bobbi of my plan. She decided she would stay with me through the night. She could probably find some work for the night and make some money before she went to LA.
It took about eight hours and about 12 watered-down Jack and gingers to catch a glimpse of the man I was looking for. I was fantastically drunk when I saw Timothy walk up to an empty blackjack table and start setting up. I watched him prepare his table from over by the penny slots Bobbi and I were patronizing.
“I need some cash,” I asked Bobbi.