I also remembered why my car was nowhere to be seen. I live in Muldoon, Colorado, and if you haven't heard of it, you're basically like everybody else in the world who isn't from Muldoon. We don't even have a stoplight. It's that small. The only thing that ever happens is the fair, once a year. The kids sell their livestock, there's a carnival and a rodeo, and everyone pretty much has an excuse to get drunk all weekend.

I do the books at this trucking company whose office is right across from the fairgrounds. I usually park in the lot there, and when I got off work early yesterday there was this huge bus blocking my car. It was emblazoned with a massive Bryce Tripp logo. He was supposed to be this up-and-coming country star, but, honestly, I hadn't heard of him before a few days ago. (How big could he really be if he was giving a concert at the Muldoon fair?) The people in charge of his bus must have been waiting to get into the rodeo grounds where his concert was going to be, but I couldn't find the driver anywhere. I couldn't even reach my husband because the cell phones were already jammed from everyone arriving from out of town.

So I'd asked my boss for a ride home. I remembered now. I'd figured I'd worry about my car later. I hadn't really needed it anyway then because Ian, my brother in law, was supposed to give me and Shawn a ride to the fair that night so we could drink, then he was going to bring us home later.

That had been the plan anyway. 

Now I was at the Starlight Motel, alone, without a car or a phone, and still no memory at all of how I got there.

I tried to go back and piece together everything that had happened the previous day as best as I could. . . 

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