Gone

After Bruce hangs up, you put down your drink and look at your phone in disbelief. Sure, you called early nut that was just to have them wrap it up.

You leave the bar and drive quickly to the truck stop. You pull into the parking lot and get out.

You look around but doesn't see Bruce's rig anywhere. You call the phone again but no one answers.

You hang up and walk over to where Bruce was parked before. You dial Bruce's phone number again. You hear a chiming sound at your feet. Looking down, you see his number on a small cell phone.

Bruce used a disposal phone for hook up on Craiglist.

"Aww, fuck," you say and walk back to your car.