“State,” said Cameron. “Seattle.”
“Ah. The Great White North.”
“Sure. I guess.”
“Carson Bates,” blurted a heavyset man abruptly, squaring his beefy shoulders. “Carrot-topped farmer c*m crop-duster; and all around daredevil.” He glanced at Cameron and tweaked his MAGA hat. “And a proud supporter of President Donald J. Tucker.”
“You don’t say,” said Coup. The hat alone was pretty hard to ignore.
Cameron just shrugged.
That left only two in the immediate group who hadn’t spoken; the attractive woman in the red dress (who seemed to have recovered) and a young man of Native American heritage who introduced himself only as “Johnny—from Tucson.”
“Kate Patel,” said the woman at length, “CEO, Desert Smoke Vapors. Enroute to L.A. from Austin.” Her voice lowered slightly. “And about to get un
