Chapter 7

“No.” Moving away from the windows, Virgil glanced around in an attempt to find a reasonably clean seat in the establishment. An absolute failure. He gave up that desperate search after only a moment and stood in silence.

Travis glanced back at him once his food was in his hands, gave him a queer look that Virgil didn’t think was warranted, and waved toward the door with a drink occupied-hand. “How about we eat outside?”

Never would Virgil admit to how fast he left that dingy place, or the relived lungful of clean air he took, regardless of the fact that he didn’t strictly need it.

However, it did earn him a sardonic glance from Travis, who plopped in the driver’s seat and left the car door open. Once Virgil settled into the other side, Travis only commented with, “I don’t think the place is that bad.”