THEY LOST PERCY AND Clev just outside of town, when a caravan of weekend warrior trucks and Humvees managed to insert itself between the van and Clev’s speeding truck.
By the time they got to Pekoit Realty, Percy was leaning against the large, wooden sign at the front of the parking lot and there was no sign of the helpful deputy or his big, gray truck.
Brita climbed out and fixed Percy with a gimlet gaze. “Where is he?”
Percy’s smile was enigmatic. Brita suspected it was designed to make her think the worst and she determined not to fall for it.
“He had business in town. He dropped me here and left.”
“Where is he really? Did you say something that made him run? You didn’t give him anything did you?”
“No.” He didn’t elaborate and he didn’t ask her to explain her strange question. Tha
