Page 66 of Hard Rain
“Hang on.”
A second later, he pulled one free.
“Sissy Haskins?”
“That’d be the closest match to what you’re describing,” Daniel said.
Whip added the information to his phone.
“You two coming to the festival this weekend?” Daniel asked.
“Yes,” Whip said.
“What festival?” Axel asked.
Daniel barked out a laugh. “Oktoberfest.”
“First I’m hearing about it. Not sure we’re going.”
Whip swallowed back a laugh. Axel sounded personally offended nobody had consulted him.
“Sure you’re going.” Daniel pointed between them. “Can’t ever find one without the other.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Figure it out.” Daniel chuckled.
Axel rolled his eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
“Always together,” Daniel said. “I specifically remember the one summer you guys went to five festivals.”
“So?” Axel scowled.
“And that one time…” Daniel automatically glanced at him.
“You talking about ‘03?” Whip laughed.
“Yeah, that’s the one!” Daniel crowed.
“You remember fuckin’ 2003?” Axel snorted.
“Yep, because it was epic. You threw up on the outside of Miles Johnson’s truck.”
“It was bad beer.”
“You also threw up inside of the truck.”
“Still bad beer.”
Daniel pointed at him.
“You cried.”
“I did not.”
“You absolutely did.”
Whip laughed. “You lost a boot too.”
