“Undoubtedly.” Durand stood, signaling the end of the meeting. “Report back to me when you’ve come to a decision, Zach.”
“Of course.”
* * * *
“You’re not happy about doing this,” Ben stated as they left the building, heading to the same lot where Ray had parked.
“If you mean taking you shopping, not really,” Zach replied. “I get you don’t have any money, but this could have waited until you got paid.”
“Apparently Durand doesn’t agree.” They were at Zach’s car, which was a black jeep that Ben figured had to be at least ten years older than either he or Zach. Although it was mud-spattered at the moment, it was obvious that Zach took good care of it. “Soft top?” he asked as they got in, keeping his bad leg as straight as possible once he was seated
“No duh,” Zach muttered, turning the key in the ignition and then putting it in gear. “Do you have a preference on stores?”