CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Is it self-service?” asked Nash.
“What?” Duke asked, puzzled, not so much by the question, but the fact he’d never been asked before; he was used to people doing it themselves.
“The gas, is it self-service or…?” Nash asked again calmly.
“Oh, yeah, I’m mean, yeah, it’s self-service usually, but I can do it for you if you like,” Duke said hurriedly.
Duke had realized this would be a good time for some chit-chat to find out if this were the agent or just someone needing gas.
“Okay, thanks,” Nash said and stepped out of the car. Nash started to stretch off by touching his toes and rotating his arms to work the stiffness out of his muscles from the long drive. Nash wasn’t used to being sat behind the wheel for that length of time, and he was feeling it.
“So, just passin
