Court waited by the locked door for a few moments, thinking maybe Ronnie would head back with something better than a cracked credit card to use to try and open it. He strolled over to the closest window—which was broken, its glass crunching under his shoes—and stared out at the eerily quiet parking lot. A few leaves had already begun to fall off the trees, and more swirled down from the branches with each burst of wind. In another fifteen minutes or so, the sun would disappear behind the tree line, plunging the rest area into darkness. They had flashlights in among their supplies, back at the ATVs, but he’d rather be safely on the other side of the locked door before they needed to use them.
Most likely, the keys were long gone—he knew that without bothering to search for them. The emplo
