Chapter Seventeen
They arrived at Blind Bills barber shop in Aloha’s Huvo. The tiny car rolled to a stop in front where there was a convenient parking spot just the right size for the electric car. Of course, a larger steamer trunk would also fit between the two of Detroit’s finest parked front and back of the tiny transportation.
Glancing at her deputy Aloha swallowed a laugh. Elvis was crammed into the passenger seat next to her. He looked like tuna in a can. Elvis wasn’t huge but he wasn’t small either. This cupboard of a vehicle barely had room for her, passenger were definitely optional.
He was sweating, grunting, and straining to find a comfortable position against the curve of the wall next to him.
Hanson had taken Elvis’ pickup truck to deliver the captured zombie bank ro
