Chapter 6
“Bobby Pooch.” Sam paused. “Bobby Pooch.”
“All right. Enough.” Two days had passed since the hit-and-run incident. By the time Sam and Chantelle had given statements and left, Sam had emerged from his daze. He’d convinced himself he was having a brain embolism. They’d driven a couple of streets, before Chantelle parked, and got out, to open the rear doors of the van. After a slight hesitation, Sam followed. A dressed Bobby slipped out, avoiding Sam’s gaze, moving stiffly, leaning on Chantelle, and climbing in the front. With the van having room for three, and Chantelle driving, Sam had no choice but to sit on the outside beside the other man.
For a time, he focused on the road too aware of the silence. When he gained the courage to look at the man sitting in the middle, he’d t
