Chapter 93

Muttering, Andy dropped the tailgate on Scooter’s truck and leaned in to drag a case of bottled water closer. The crunch of car tires on the parking lot pavement sounded behind him, but he ignored it. Water. He managed to get the case close enough to punch a hole in the plastic wrap and drag out a bottle, just as the car door slammed. Damn it, he’d had it about up to here with the tourists complaining that the place wasn’t open.

He cracked the bottle and took a swig. Maybe if he ignored them, the tourist would go away.

“You’re looking very well,” said a voice that Andy didn’t want to hear. “The air down here must agree with you.”

Andy turned around, very carefully. “Nick,” he said. “What the hell are you doing here?”