Chapter 8“Okay, you ready?” Jake asked Gabriel and then hid a smile at the intense focus on Gabriel’s face as he nodded. “Great. Just turn the key to start the truck.”
“Sure,” Gabriel said, not sounding very sure at all. He coughed into his elbow. “This truck reeks of smoke.”
“Yeah, I know.” Jake grimaced. “It’s disgusting. Alice smokes in the cab all the time. She thinks that leaving the window open a crack will get rid of it, but it doesn’t.” All the light-colored parts inside the truck cab were stained nicotine yellow and it reeked like a factory. “Our clothes will smell like it, too. Sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Gabriel said, though all his attention was on the steering column. He flicked the key forward in the ignition like he was trying to strangle something very tiny and the Ford pi
