It happened last Friday night at Franks. We were having a couple beers. I told him, “Don’t be an idiot, use a condom.” He took a deep breath. It reeked of alcohol. He reached for something in his back pocket, “Here is $20. Don’t wait up.” Next thing I remember after that is waking up to a familiar voice, “You know how long you’ve gone last night?” Before I could answer, “Oh wait don’t tell me. You don’t remember now get up and get dressed.” My mother was there standing before realizing the knock on the door. Then said, “Hurry up. It might be important.” Next thing I knew I got up. I almost got my jeans buttoned when I heard a knock, “Hey Jeff we need to talk to you.” My heart racing a million miles an hour. “Sure just a second.” I opened the door. It was two cops standing there with little note pads in their hands. “Where were you last night?” They were quick. “I was at Frank’s bar drinking with my brother. Why?” They are had that sad look in their eyes. “I have some bad news. “Your brother, Jack was killed early this morning. Where were you at that time?” “I’m not for sure to be honest but I do know last thing I remember is him giving me $20 and said, ”Don’t wait up.”” They gave me a concerned look. “Don’t leave town.” As they left, my stomach flip-flopped inside.