Andy was still leaning on the balcony railing and studying the note when Jason and Kat arrived.
“Truck’s gone,” Jason observed as he unfolded himself from their ridiculously teeny car. “Scooter run into town? We could’ve stopped if he needed something.”
Andy held up the note. “He left early, says he’ll be back for lunch. He ran up to the…’burg? He means Williamsburg, yeah? What’s up there?”
“Tourists. Even dumber ones than down here,” Jason said. “They just…walk right out into the street without even looking. Drives me crazy.”
“Short. Trip.” Kat brushed her hands down her short shorts. “Ugh. I swear, I have a wedgie so high it’s making my brain hurt.”
“I’m not helping you pick your wedgies,” Andy said. “What’s in Williamsburg for Scooter?”
“He said ‘burg and not barbeque?” Jason frow
