Chapter Forty-Nine:
Rudd was frowning into the truck’s rear view mirror. “Just in time,” he hissed. “That guy’d have to have X-ray vision to catch the number on my tag. We’re home-free, Inga.” And he pulled beers from the cooler which sat on the seat between them. “Just you and me, a cooler of beer and a fine piece of ass. Time to celebrate.” And he passed Inga a sweaty can. “We’ll be at Doc’s clinic soon after lunch. You hungry?”
Inga unbuttoned the long woolen coat she had picked up at a thrift store. “I am now...” And she laughed again. A little girlishly, Rudd thought.
Rudd opened his own beer. “Great. There’s this place I know, just off the highway. Pulled pork on a bun with lots of juice. Have your brewski to hold you over. We’ll stop soon.”
He took the on-ramp to Highway 441 Sou
