Pull Ahead to the Window

“I’m not saying she had to give us a reward,” Goat said, finger hovering on the radio’s scan button. “But the opportunity to graciously decline would’ve been nice.”

“She was thankful,” Fox said. He was trying to dial back to the station that he’d just passed.

“It’s automatic, I think.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Do I make a right here?”

“What were the odds of us finding her phone?”

“Slim. Another right?”

“Not yet. And how many people would have brought it back?”

“Most of them? I don’t know.”

“Sure they would.”

“I’m hungry. Isn’t there a McDonald’s or something around here?”

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