It might have been a Hash run. Rock couldn't remember for sure, but he was working his way on foot through a busy three-way intersection on the eastern edge of downtown Little Rock and couldn't figure out how to get back to his car.
He knew it was parked at a strip mall on University Avenue near Jeff Krupsaw's house. Nevertheless, he could only guess which way to go. He wasn't even sure where he was. Surely it was somewhere close to I-30, but little about this intersection was familiar, except that it looked typical of other decayed sections of downtown, with dilapidated, shuttered brick buildings and sad people watching the heavy traffic pass by.
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