“Hey, can we stop at a pharmacy somewhere along the way? We need to pick up some things,” Fuller told Pete as the four of them climbed into his crew-cab truck.
“Yeah, we can do that,” Pete confirmed.
Within twenty minutes, they had the supplies Leah had mentioned, and were on the way to what would pass for home for the foreseeable future.
“I called and made sure it was stocked up with food,” Pete mentioned. “Another marshal should be out there already, and you can catch a ride back to your plane from him. I assume you’re not staying, right?”
“That’s right,” Fuller confirmed. “I need to get back, get up to speed on evidence collected from the bombing.”
In the back seat, Shannon sat quietly, oblivious to the conversation, and contented herself with gazing sleepily out the window. The su
