Chapter 63
At five of seven the next morning, Sullivan pulled up and stopped behind Trader's classic El Camino.
Trader popped out the back door of the cabin and slipped a bit on the last step. “That's what I call promptness,” he said looking back at the step.
“That was quite an exit,” Sullivan said as he reached out his hand. “Good to see you again.”
“Always my pleasure,” Trader said as he squeezed Sullivan's hand tightly. Looking at Tweed who was circling the El Camino, “That's a sweet ride. Just got it a week ago.”
Pointing at Tweed, Sullivan said, “This is Detective Tweed from Minneapolis.”
“Remember we met at that fiasco at the motel,” Trader said taking his hand.
Looking back at the El Camino, “Man I wish Sharon would let me get one of those.” Running his hand over the fr
