CHAPTER 7
DESPITE BEING RUDELY awakened by Alex at six thirty, I still felt more relaxed than I had in days by the time Nick showed up with breakfast at ten. My hero. A bacon and egg roll with ketchup and HP sauce, just the way I liked it, and a hundred times better than the sugar-free muesli allocated by Toby.
Once I’d hidden the evidence in the bin, I grabbed my handbag and hopped into the passenger side of Nick’s shiny Dodge Ram.
“New truck?” He’d been driving a Chevrolet Silverado last time I was home. “You only bought the last one a month before I left.”
“Yeah, I did, but it looked like s**t after Dan borrowed it to chase a pair of trigger-happy terrorists. The body shop said there were too many bullet holes to repair economically.”
“s**t. I take it Dan was okay?”
“Of course. Sh
