Chapter Twenty-Two
Clarence climbed up the hill into the grocery store parking lot. He shouldn't be here. They'd turn him in one of these times.
But not this afternoon ... he hoped.
He peeked between the tattered fliers taped to the inside then checked the side parking lot to see who was working. Mindy's ancient Chevy sat there sporting a pink stripe across the door. The beat up Toyota pickup was John's.
Smiling, Clarence crossed his arms across his chest. After all, what was the worst they could do? Send him back to prison? Not a problem.
He pulled on the door handle and peeked in.
"Boom! Boom!"
Clarence jumped back out. The door closed in his face. He searched the interior of the store through the glass. John stood peeking around the nearest aisle end cap, grinning, brandishing
