Chapter 43

He had his money ready when he walked up to the counter, sliding it across without looking up. Rudy lumbered off his stool to come up to the cash register, his gum smacking as he grinned.

“How much you want back?” he asked.

Andre shook his head, waggling his fingers at the money for Rudy to take it.

His brows shot up. “That much gas will get you almost all the way to Lansing. You running some errands for Mrs. Durling or something?”

It was as good an excuse as any. Before he could nod, though, the door opened, letting in a blast of hot air. And Pastor Schmader.

“Hey there, Rudy.” The two men nodded in greeting, but Pastor’s smile was turned on full-beam for Andre. “Well, you just might be the last person I expected to see in town today, son.”