Ben rubbed his eyes. “Can you reach into the glove box and pull out my shades?”
“Sure,” Aaron said, relishing the prospect of going through the man’s belongings. He was nosey that way, something his mother had told him off about many times.
The glove compartment was stuffed full of paper—old diesel receipts, takeout menus, napkins and…his fingers closed around something smooth, flat, and plastic. He knew it was a DVD case. “What have we here? Trucker porn maybe?”
Ben snorted.
Aaron pulled the box out. “Scooby Doo?” He held it up for Ben to see.
“Got it for my nephews.”
“Uh huh.” Aaron bet it was actually Ben’s, it wasn’t sealed in cellophane or anything. Was there a DVD player in the back?
“My shades?” Ben prompted.
“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Aaron resumed his search and soon pulled out a
