Chapter Sixteen
Yemi was almost up to the little bus waiting station when Connor caught up. His feet ached from the pinch of the stolen shoes. The sneakers he'd lost at the Cave were the last good pair he had, and there wasn't really any money to buy a nice pair even if he could risk a trip into Sang.
And there was no way he was going into the city—not now.
Sweat beaded the back of Connor's hands and neck when he slowed. He coughed to clear the foul chemical fumes from his throat. The cough became a hack, and something thick and salty came up. He spat it into a crumpled napkin taken from his pocket, then threw the napkin into a waste bin. “Yemi?"
The mechanic didn't turn. His shoulder was against the far wall of the bus waiting station. One of his booted feet rested against the gray, s
