Chapter 33Kelsey would really have preferred to hitchhike with a woman driver. But beggars couldn’t be choosers. Out of the corner of her eye, she surreptitiously studied the bearded, Ducky Dynasty castoff who’d pulled his pickup over in response to her outstretched thumb. So far, he hadn’t tried to hit on her, which was good. But he was a talker. He’d already told her all about his job installing car radios, his sick cat, and his dream of becoming a crime writer.
“—gonna clean up that c*****e!” the man, Darryl, was saying now. He coughed a little, rubbing the potbelly half covered by a stained Texas A&M shirt.
“What’s that?” Kelsey asked, immediately alert.
“Girl, don’t tell me you ain’t heard!” He slapped the wheel. “You ain’t got a TV? Ain’t watched the news? What?”
“Uh, yeah, actua
