“How is she?” Larry asked when Pete stepped back into the kitchen.
“Out like a light,” he revealed. “Where’s Duffy?”
“He stepped outside a bit ago,” Leah said.
“Probably radioing in. Any more sandwich stuff? The one you made her looked really good.”
Leah smiled and pointed, then swiveled her head back to Larry as Pete went to help himself to food.
“So, what’s next, Agent Fuller?”
“Can you just call me Larry? Please? No need to be formal.”
“Fine. What’s next, Larry? We just... camp out here forever?”
“Well, hopefully not forever,” he told her. “That’s why I’ve got to go back. By now, the techs that pulled evidence from the scenes have at least something I can chase. I hope they do, anyway,” he finished, running his hands over his face and then through his hair.
“What if they don’t?
