Day 4, Saturday
Boyd flipped the charger from front to back, frowning at the directions. “This thing going to drain out my battery?”
The man behind the counter lifted an eyebrow. “Car’s gotta be on to run the cigarette lighter.”
The rush of annoyance that Boyd got from the reply could have set his soul on fire. “Yeah, I know how it works. I’m not talking about when the car’s off. I’m talking about all the rest of the time. Cars I know…” He held up the package and shook it. “Electronics I have no damn clue on.”
“It’s a phone,” the man snorted. “Not a freezer. You want the charger or not?”
Most times Boyd could find enough patience to deal with just about anybody. He gave extra consideration to anyone who had to work with people: store attendants, fast food workers, desk clerks, and any
