9: Antiquity’s Small RewardsThe sun crested over the Mesquite horizon, and a blast of light woke up Smith in the backseat. He rubbed his eyes and sat upright, noticing Covington was still fast asleep in the front bench.
“Hey,” he said, shaking Covington’s shoulder. “Wake up.”
The Boulevard Killer stirred and stretched. “What time is it?”
Smith looked at his pocket watch. “Almost six thirty. Is it safe for you to go home yet?”
“Yeah. My shift ends at six o’clock, so I would be driving home right about now. Do you wanna come back to the house and meet the family? I could introduce you as a new guy at the dam who just recently moved to Boulder City.”
“Nah. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
“Oh, hogwash. The wife would love to see I’m mingling with coworkers. She’s always on me, saying it’s u
