They didn’t find any gasoline stored in the RVs, and no hoses or tubes they might use to siphon gas out of tanks, either. Dejected, they returned to the pumps, and stood around in the scant shade thrown from the overhead canopies as they waited for Ronnie to return. After a few minutes, Court squinted at Adam and asked, “He said meet back here in a half hour, right? How long’s it been?”
Adam shrugged. “About that, I guess. Maybe he found something.”
With a grunt, Court leaned down to absently scratch at his leg. The wound had healed, for the most part, but sometimes it could get super itchy. There was little relief scratching at it through his jeans, though. If only he could pull them down and really dig in…
“There’s Bree,” Adam said, nodding towards the restaurant.
Court stood and wat
