CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“IF YOU WERE A REAL man you’d keep tools in your car.” Alf glared at his younger brother in the backseat.
Heathcliffe reached past Alf. “You don’t need tools for this, girly boy. Just use your fingers.” He grimaced as he tried to turn the large, plastic screw cap on the ceiling of the Jeep. “Who tightened this thing last?”
“You should know, Peter Pan, it’s your car.” Dolfe ran his fingers through his wet, blond curls. “Let me try.”
Five minutes later Clovis managed to wrench the bolt loose and unscrew it, unclipping the roof section in the front to release the driver’s side section of hard top. Rain immediately pelted them and the wind almost ripped the section of roof from Clovis’ meaty grip.
They climbed out and searched the ground around the truck that had plowed i
