Chapter 8

Terry shrugged. “We didn’t eat much while we were on the road.” Even though he trusted Rudy at this point, he wasn’t about to tell him that he still had most of the money they’d left home with. Hell, if they get tired of having us around we’ll probably need it. No—definitely need it.

Rudy came back ten minutes later, carrying a plastic bag. “There’s no gas stations down here, but there’s a building on the next block with restrooms on each floor. We can use one of them.”

When they got there, they went up to the third floor, using the fire stairs. Once they were in the restroom, Rudy locked the door then told Terry to take off his shirt. “You don’t want brown stains on it.”

Terry did, then at Rudy’s order, dampened some paper towels.

“Holy shit,” Rudy muttered.

“What?”

“Your back. Damn, Ter. He did a number on you. A lot of times from the look of it.”

“I’m aware of that,” Terry replied tightly.

“I’m sure. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, but hell…”