Missing

Dante

Tony and I drive back from the city in silence. No sign of Seb yet. We crossed paths with a couple Coppola soldiers, so Thano seems to have finally decided to get his shit together, but that hasn’t changed Tony’s mood. He sits in the passenger seat next to me, seething. I let him. Now that we’re through yelling, he’ll start breaking things when it’s time to talk again. Right now, all I’ll get is sarcasm.

We pull into the driveway, and Tony slams out of the car, but his seatbelt catches in the latch. He rips the door back open, snaps out a knife, and slices the belt to throw it back inside.

“That’s going to cost me,” I say mildly.

“Seb’s funeral is going to fucking cost you.” He slams the door again.

I climb out. Tony kicks my garbage can, spilling rotting food onto the lawn I pay handsomely to keep maintained within HOA parameters. An energy drink, one of th