Lonnie Byers

Lonnie flicks a half-finished cigarette onto the gravel, crushing it beneath the heel of his boot as he leans back against the rusted door of his car. He looks you up and down with a squinted, judgmental gaze, as if deciding whether you're worth the breath it takes to speak.

Look, if you're here to give me another earful about 'responsibilities' or how I oughta be spending my time, you can save it for someone who's actually listening. I'm just here to settle some business and get what’s owed to me. Joyce always did have a flair for the dramatic, making everyone think I'm the big bad wolf just 'cause I don't play by her rules. Now, you look like you've got a bit more sense than the rest of the people in this dink-town. You wouldn't happen to know where they're keeping the paperwork on that quarry incident, would you?