“For the hundredth time, you can just call me Henry. ‘Sir’ is far too formal, and you already have a father.” Henry smiled. He reached into the back of the van, turned Lyle’s suitcase long-ways, and it slid right in between two other ones. “So, things are okay?” He looked at Lyle with a long, soul-searching gaze.
Anxiety crept up Lyle’s spine. Of course he was okay. What the f**k? Had Randy told him something? Something that Randy shouldn’t have been talking about? “Absolutely perfect, thank you. If I felt any better, they’d have to arrest me for being out in public.”
“Excellent.” Henry nodded and tapped the side of the van. “Swing that hatch down for me, will you?”
Lyle did as he was asked, and once the hatch closed, Henry gave him yet another long look. “If you need anything while you
