TWENTY-SIX
The van’s stereo blared music for most of the trip. Tulsi figured it was a way for Coombs to keep the chatter to a minimum, which was fine by her. The three men on the opposite side of the van were so wary of Wreck that they barely looked her way. Any time she caught them stealing a peek, they’d immediately avert their attention elsewhere.
Later on in the day, Coombs had gone to a drive-thru and ordered a bunch of food. Once again, he didn’t provide anything for her. But with Wreck at her side, Tulsi had no choice except to eat. Her arms were still in front of her, so it wasn’t like he had to feed anything into her mouth. He just dumped half his food onto her lap in the wax paper that had been around his burger. Once he was done with the soda, he handed it off to her. All with
