Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Turner kept motioning for Spruce to follow him through the brush behind the line of rigs at the rear of the Tri-State Petroleum overnight parking lot. A raccoon scampered ahead of them. Neither Turner nor Spruce were used to being outside this early in predawn, but the fact it was still pretty dark wasn’t bothering Turner as much as it was his partner. It was necessary to get in position early and pull this job during the military shift change, so they could be down the road at least thirty miles by the time the sun peeked over the West Virginia mountaintops.
“What are you, one of them prophets?” Spruce asked him in a voice above a whisper when they stopped. “I ain’t liking this so much.”
“My adrenaline is pumping,” Turner responded, “and so should your
