Epilogue
Somewhere around three in the morning, the phone rang. Dewitt didn’t look up from the article about the Star Trek reboot he was reading as he reached over and answered it. “Pacific Motel.”
“They gone?”
At the sound of the gruff male voice on the other end of the line, he glanced automatically toward the windows that gave him a view of the back twelve units. “Yep. The kid rolled in around one and loaded up his truck.”
“He say anything?”
“Nope. Never even came into the lobby. He kept his headlights off both coming and going so I wouldn’t know he was there.” He leaned back in his chair, the old bolts creaking. “You didn’t hurt him, did you? That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“Gimme a little credit. Jesus, between you and Petrus going overprotective on my ass—”
“Max is a good ki
