We stayed in the trees along the side of the road for the first few miles, in case whoever was after Coop decided to come back to find him. Finally, we figured it was safe, so we moved to the verge and stuck out our thumbs. A short-haul driver took pity on us and picked us up, dropping us off a few blocks from my apartment building. Either he didn’t see the blood on our clothes, or he figured it wasn’t any of his business, because he didn’t say anything about it.
Not being idiots, and since we had no clue when and where the shooters had picked up our trail, we took every precaution not to be seen as we made our way to my place. As soon as we were inside, we stripped down to our jeans.
“Shower, first,” Coop said, going into bossy mode. So we did. When we both were finished, I slathered an
