“That’s more than we’ve found out so far,” Pat said as he joined them.
“I hope it helps. If that was my car I’d kill the bastard. Umm, son of a…Well, you get what I mean.”
Brock grinned. “We do, trust me.” He thanked him for letting them know and the teen left.
Pat was pensive, once they were alone again. “So far at least, none of the people you know that I’ve met has red hair. Does it ring a bell?”
“Nope. A wig, maybe? Although why go to that extreme if you’re going to wear a hoodie?”
“Playing it safe, in case?”
Brock nodded. “Possible, I guess.”
As they talked they returned to the kitchen. After a check of what was available, they decided to throw together a microwaved stew. That entailed a great deal of slicing and chopping, which they did while tacitly agreeing not to talk about
