CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Zero looked over sharply, past the gas pumps, to the pair of state police cruisers sitting in the parking lot of the convenience store.
Idiot, he scolded himself. He’d been so overly concerned with the Maria ordeal that he had hardly been paying attention to his surroundings.
Maria frowned deeply, apparently thinking the same. “They’re probably just getting a coffee or something. They’re not here for us.”
“Even so,” said Sanders, “I’d prefer to not linger.”
“Agreed. I’ll drive.” Zero held his left hand out for the keys.
“You have one hand,” Maria noted.
“I’m good with one hand,” he replied. Though his real motivation was that if the cops gave chase, he might have to ditch Maria and Sanders fast. It would do them no good for all three to be caught at once.
Maria rel
