Lee wrinkled his brow. “I think that chemist closes early on a Saturday.”
Sam pulled his wallet out of his suit trousers. “How much was it? The Epsom salts I mean.”
Lee waved a hand dismissively. “Can’t remember.”
“Lee.”
Lee rolled his eyes. “Receipt’s probably in the bag.”
“Okay, I’ll look at it when we stop and add it to your pay.”
“Whatever.” Lee turned on the car radio. “Any requests?”
It was Sam’s turn to shrug. “Not really.” Sam didn’t listen to that much music. “Classic rock?” he suggested.
Lee scanned the stations until Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on. “Can’t get any more classic than this.”
Sam nodded, made himself more comfortable in his seat, closed his eyes again, and let the music wash over him.
When the song ended, Sam opened his eyes and frowned. “This isn’t th
