My pleasure. Listen,” he called after her, “this is as far as I can go. They poisoned the water out there and I can’t follow you now. If you do see Powell, will you give him a message for me?”
“Sure,” she said, turning around. “Tell him I have his boots in my truck. In case he’s looking for ’em.”
Chey smiled. It felt wrong on her face, but she liked it all the same. “I’ll do that.

Auteur: David Wellington