Kirby smiled, but there was no amusement in it. “And I’m sure we won’t be seeing each other again.”
Larry tugged at the neck of his shirt, which had suddenly gotten tight. “Uh, no. Definitely not. I’m catching the bus out as soon as—” he nodded toward the closed stalls.
“Right.” Kirby turned without further comment and walked out.
Larry sagged back. “What’s with you two? Get the hell out here!”
Nothing.
Uneasy again, Larry approached one door and pushed. It opened. Guy One was laying next to the toilet, his jaw rapidly swelling, his lights out. In the next stall, Guy Two was dragged across the toilet. He wasn’t showing lights either. Maybe it was time to find a different business.
The door let a blast of cold air swirl around Amelia as she and Dewey exited the station. Outside, the
