"I'll think about it," he muttered, turning to head back to the pick-up.
"I wish I had come in for a massage," Farley added contritely.
"Whoa, Bro!" Matt put in. "You would have gone in for a massage, but you wouldn't go in for...?"
"Let it go, Matt!" the Rabbi interrupted in a voice loud enough to startle them all. Then, much quieter he added, "We've got work to do."
Melanie shot Matt a very naughty boy look - they could almost picture her wagging her finger - and returned her attention to Farley. "So, Andrew... may I ride with you today?"
The Fugitive paused, weighing the alternatives. In one direction lay California and a new life, hopeful but uncertain, a life that could begin in a few short days. In the other direction lay danger, perhaps, an unforeseen drain on his financial res
