“I’ve been thinking about that,” said Curtis at last. “I don’t think I should be using my cards.”
“Are you friggin’ kidding me?”
“Think about it,” said Curtis, gesturing with a hand for emphasis. “They located us not long after I paid for the food earlier. I think…I think somehow they can use them to track us.”
“If they are, they’re using them to track you, not us.”
“Okay, fair,” said Curtis, but he sounded a little disappointed. Which was rich considering he wasn’t telling Lyndon s**t. “I swear I’ll pay you back when this is over.”
“How much cash you got on you?” asked Lyndon, hoping he actually carried some.
“A couple twenties. Maybe a five?”
“Keep it,” said Lyndon. “You’re going to need it once I drop you off.” He paused to have a gulp of coffee. “What makes you think you’re gett
