CHAPTER TWELVE
Rylie cut across the opposing traffic lane and pulled her pickup truck into the gas station’s parking lot in a hurry. The closer they got, the better this looked. The car was parked at a pump, but the driver was nowhere in sight.
As they pulled up behind it, they saw Ryan Hennessey appearing from the convenience store. He was wearing a too-tight T-shirt that didn’t quite cover his massive belly, and his jeans were hung so low that they dragged on the ground over his Birks. His bald spot was covered by a Colorado Rockies cap, and a mop of curls hung in his eyes. Oblivious to them, he sauntered toward his car, keys in hand, sipping from an extra-huge drink cup.
They got out and approached him, one on each side of his car.
As they neared his back bumper, Michael shouted, “H
