Chapter 29

“I want to help you. This is important to you, and I want to support it.”

The fucking lump was back in his throat. “Thanks, babe. We’ll discuss it later.”

“No need to discuss it. I’ll pay.”

Zen swallowed hard and nodded.

* * * *

Fred was melting. He had long ago lost interest in the conversation Zen was having with the garage owner. The tow truck had found them and dropped them off in Redspring—which was about six hundred and seventy-five miles from Manheim—and since then, Zen and the other guy had removed things, checked things, knocked on things, pumped the pedals, and laid down under the car discussing things Fred didn’t understand and had no interest in ever understanding.

Thank God, there was a good service station in Whiteport.