Chapter 5

“No good?”

With a glum expression, AC shook his head side to side.

“Anything we can fix, say, within the next eight hours or so?”

The short answer to Murphy’s question was no. AC took his phone from his pocket and typed out a lengthier one as a text he’d delete after Murphy had read it.

Atticus: The split hoses are repairable. The oil pan and brakes would be expensive but doable. Even after just a quick look, I’m certain the transmission won’t last from here to Vermont, though. Replacing it would cost a fortune and take days. Sorry I don’t have better news.

Murphy sighed. “Well, thank you for checking it out for us.”

Atticus: I wish I could do more.

“You’re very kind.” Murphy looked up from AC’s phone screen. “And I like your voice and the name Atticus better.”

AC bit the inside of his cheek. He considered his response, opened his mouth to offer it, but then when back to the keys.