Chapter 41
Bobby levered himself up out of the car, glad no one was nearby to see or hear how much it hurt him. Besides the continuing torment in his belly and balls, it seemed he’d managed to wrench his lower back quite nicely dragging that nasty girlfriend around.
He doubted he could pick up so much as a briefcase right now and keep a straight face. If his back didn’t seize altogether first. Putting his third cell phone into his pocket in case he got another forwarded message left him gasping with tears in his eyes.
Good thing physical power wasn’t what he needed right now. His brain mattered a hell of a lot more, as it almost always did.
He walked toward the front of the car, putting one foot carefully in front of the other like a crippled old man. Trying to make it out to the cliff
