Chapter 13

When they pulled in, they all climbed out and stretched. Danny pumped the gas and asked them to bring him something to eat and some soda. “You mean pop,” Midwestern city boy Jack replied. Nobody else knew what he meant.

“I’m loaded, with cash, I mean, from old whatshisname’s credit card. So get whatever you want.” That was Ryan, of course. And when he went in, he bought everything imaginable.

Missy headed to the back. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, come look for me,” she said, laughing, but serious. “I just need to hit the little girls’ room.”

Ryan and Jack exchanged a look. The clerk looked up, a wad of tobacco in his cheek. He looked like a chipmunk. “She won’t be long,” he said. And sure enough, after about two minutes, there was a shriek and by the time they all looked toward the back, she was rushing out with her slacks at half mast, screaming bloody murder. There’s a big man in there. I thought it was a shadow at first. Oh Ryan!! Thank God you’re here!”