With the reinforcements flanking him on either side, the first deputy, or maybe he actually was the sheriff, advanced on the van, his gun drawn.
“Ah s**t,” Charles said, though his smile didn’t fade. “Redneck retribution.”
Behind him, Andy chuckled.
“Well, you’ve been looking for an excuse to spread your wings a bit.”
Before Andy could reply, deputy #1 shouted.
“Step out of your vehicle and walk toward me with your hands up!” He pronounced vehicle, vi-hick-el.
“Be a good boy now,” Andy said from the back. “Do what the nice cop says.”
Charles didn’t reply. The others were close, only a few feet away from the van’s rear doors, and he didn’t want to give Andy away. He thought it would be much more interesting if Andy remained a surprise. He caressed the pedals of a small flowerin
