Chapter 7
Two evenings later, Cody was lying naked, except for the rope around his wrists, on the grassy roof beside Baz, also naked. They were gazing at the night sky and talking in low voices. It was a hot evening. No breeze. The cicadas were unusually vocal and provided a constant droning soundtrack to the men’s conversation.
“Have you been into town since you made your escape?” asked Cody.
“Course not,” said Baz.
“Why ‘course not’?”
“Why would I go to the trouble of crashing my car to make it look like I died just to go walking into town? Any town?”
There was a tone of irritation in his voice, but Cody had questions he thought were important for Baz to answer.
“So you stay out here all the time? Every day?”
“Yes.”
“And you live completely off the land?”
“Have to. What else ca
