Chapter Fourteen
If Thelonious hadn’t stopped at a minimart to buy petrol and a cold drink, he might not have even noticed it. Until now the red pickup had been maintaining a sensible distance, but Thelonious’s impromptu stop had caused it to close the gap. Rather than continuing on its way, the truck pulled over, waiting with the engine running until Thelonious had finished and driven off, at which point it fell smoothly into place behind him.
As he focused on the image in his rear-view mirror, Thelonious’s neck tingled with an ursine warning. Surely this couldn’t be the same clapped-out banger that had sent him running to that useless sheriff for help? Although Grizzle had been spot on when he’d said that just about everyone in the county drove a red pickup, Thelonious had a bad feelin
