Makai parked his car in front of the grocery store and steeled himself. A guy leaned on a pickup nearby, and he had been eyeing Makai’s car as if he’d just seen something disgusting. Makai had felt the stare all the way from the road and knew this wouldn’t be good.
Sighing, Makai stepped out of his vehicle. The bell above the store door made a sound, and both he and the guy turned to look.
An old man who must’ve been Mr. Miller peeked out.
“If you don’t have anything to buy or mail, Frankie Matthews, you should hop into that truck of yours and go home,” Mr. Miller rasped, then waited until Matthews did just that. Once the pickup peeled out of the parking lot, he looked at Makai. “You’re Benny Elfman’s little boy, aren’t you?”
Makai blinked, then nodded slowly. “Y-yeah, Benny was my gra
