It was almost a quarter to six in the evening before he parked his truck across the street from the Coop store. A couple doors down from where he parked, the town’s only home-grown café was enjoying a heavy crowd tonight. Tonight was ‘All You Can Eat Fried Chicken’ night. Thanks to that, the town’s only main street was busy with traffic and almost all the parallel parking spots available were full. Nevertheless, opening his pickup door and reaching for his cowboy hat in the process, he dropped the hat on his head, closed the door to the Ford, and hurried across the busy street adroitly. Opening the door to the second Ford pickup truck sitting up against the curb directly opposite his own, he slid in and closed the door before he looked at Mark.
“It’s done. Sloan and Barker. We won’t have
