Chapter 40

“Hate to break it to you,” Bob-Gunnar said, leaning over the seat to make eye contact without the least concern for what might be going on in the road in front of us, “but you’re in McHardy now, son. Even the middle of nowhere is an hour’s drive.”

“Well, anyway, Fox’s brother was there, and I’m glad we only had to push the thing fifty yards instead of fifty miles.”

“Hunter’ll take good care of you,” Bob-Gunnar said. “He’s the best mechanic in McHardy.”

“Nice,” Thumper said, leaning back in relief.

A second ticked by, then another. “Aren’t you going to ask how many mechanics there are in McHardy?” I asked him.

Bob-Gunnar let loose another one of those laughs. “He’s it!”