"Snob," Anderson said, and normally Lynn would have smirked or laughed, but normally the word held a note of affection.
He'd never heard Anderson sound as genuinely fed up and contemptuous of his behavior as everyone else. Lynn swallowed against the sudden rock lodged in his throat. "Sorry," he muttered and sat down to yank the boots on and lace them. Standing up, he strode off toward the SUV, shaking off the fingers that tried to grab his wrist.
A short womanso short he was impressed she didn't need a stepladder or somethingclimbed out of the SUV and settled a hat on her head before tipping it back to peer at him. "You're the Bureau guys?"
"Yes," Lynn replied and showed her his badge. "I'm Lynn, he's Anderson.
"Robin."
"Thank you for helping us," Lynn replied, shaking her hand when she held it out. "Where are these caves you mentioned?"