Chapter 4: The Desert
Frank drove a dark red Toyota Land Cruiser.
“This is my home,” he said. “Why buy a house? I’ve got everything I need here. Bed in the back. Portable stove. I’ve already paid it off so every cent I earn goes into the bank. And the best part is I can just pack up and leave whenever I feel like it. I can drive and drive until I find a place I like, settle there for a bit and piss off when I want. With the sun roof, I can sleep under the stars every night and feel the sun on my face every day.”
It sounded like an ideal existence. Some might say romantic. Especially the way Frank described it. But Brandon preferred a base of mortar and bricks. Something more solid. More permanent.
They’d been driving for twenty minutes when Frank drove off the dirt track and into the s
