Chapter 15
The truck stop was quiet; a few people pumped gas outside. Shannon didn’t recognize any of them. Inside, an old trucker sat alone at a table drinking coffee and studying a map. A pimply teenage boy thumbed through a rack of CDs, casting the occasional paranoid glance around or behind.
Don’t even try it, kid, Shannon thought. You’re too obvious.
If the kid was caught shoplifting, she knew Simon wouldn’t hesitate to prosecute him. She recognized Billy Pitcher, Simon’s i***t nephew, at the beer cooler. Crazy Ernie’s son, orphaned as a child and fostered in Simon’s house with Thomas. Now that Thomas was dead, she supposed the family business would go to Billy.
Keeping her face pointed away from him, she walked to the cooler and picked out four sandwiches and two small car
