His eyes flit to my breasts but then he sighs, scanning the desert when an engine sounds in the distance. “That so. What am I thinking now?”
“You’re wondering how long before someone finds us.”
“Ding, ding. We have a winner.” He shuts off the porch light. “No point in advertising our whereabouts. I’ll take watch and reach out for help in the morning.”
Under a different board, he twists the dial of an old safe and retrieves a pistol along with a wallet. Leaving a pile of passports, he peels off a few Benjamins from a wad of cash.
“I know a guy. You’ll be needing a new ID.”
“And a computer.”
He makes a face.
“Suds… I have to find those pictures. Those are the key to everything. And I’m afraid if I don’t get them soon, someone will figure out how to erase them.”
