Todd leaned back on the small cot chained to one wall, tossed the food onto the tray beside him, and grumbled, “The food here will kill me long before Raleigh does.”
He’d told Nick forty-eight hours but knew realistically it’d likely be longer. Nick would go to Jimmy for help and that meant travel time. Even if a courier was sent to Jimmy, he’d still need time to get to New Colorado City.
Chewing on his lower lip, he tore off and wadded up a piece of the paper plate on the tray and flicked it to the adjoining wall.
“Gotcha!” He punched the air when a centipede that had been scrambling up the stone wall dropped off, hit by Todd’s improvised projectile.
“Course, I could just die of boredom first.” Rolling to the side, he sighed. “Now is not the time to dawdle, Nicky. Your forty-eight hou
