Chapter 4
Ian allowed Lucas to take the lead. He was too cold, too sore, and frankly, too drained to do much more than follow where he was guided. Sooner or later, it would hit him, of that he had no doubt. But for the time being, Ian was perfectly content to let Lucas orchestrate their next moves.
Riley, the lorry driver, wasn’t the stereotype he had expected. Though he had the faded jeans, boots, and telltale facial hair of a man who spent too much time outside the presence of a razor, he was younger than both Lucas and Ian, his pale gaze surprisingly naïve. He bought the story about the botched robbery with appropriate gasps of horror, and insisted they contact the Little Red police before Lucas even mentioned it. And it was Riley who suggested he take them all the way to Oakland, his
