Chapter 4

“Hey,” he said again.

“Hey,” Derrick said. “I didn’t really expect to see you again. I figured maybe some of that could’ve been cab fare. What’s going on down here?” he asked. “What’s with ‘Santa?’”

“Oh, that,” Lee said, waving his hand in front of his face. “It’s just these families I met. Couple of ‘em, got stuck here last night like we did. I guess there was a Greyhound bus got turned back, around the same time as we…well, anyway. Bus driver apparently cleared out this morning, didn’t really bother with ‘All aboard,’ they figure he must live in Minneapolis, right? So here they are, none of ‘em with anybody in Mankato, none of ‘em with any money. ‘Merry Christmas,’ right?”

“So you…?”

Lee shrugged. “It’s just shit from the gift shop; front desk guy opened up for me. How you gonna tell a three-year-old he’s not getting anything for Christmas because Asshole the Bus Driver left without ‘em?”

“But where’d you…?”