Chapter 12Driving went without a hitch. They drove early in the morning when the weather was cool and sought out the shade during the midday hours. Zen hadn’t eaten as much ice cream in years as he did the last couple of days before they reached Manheim.
The closer they came to their goal, the more excited he got, but he was also aware of Fred becoming quieter and quieter.
“Justin will meet us at Spring River Grounds.”
Fred nodded, his lips pressed together in a thin line.
“He’ll follow us back to Waterside Cross.” Zen looked at him again to see if having Justin near his home would add to Fred’s stress. His expression didn’t change.
“We’ll unload my bike and throw the tent and s**t in his truck; only bring the bare minimum of what we need on the motorcycle.”
Fred nodded again, and Ze
