Reese pulled out the statues.“You actually paid money for these?”
“I did.”
“How much?”
“Probably more than I should have.But it was worth it.”
Reese frowned, peering over at him.“How do you figure?”
“Do you really think we would’ve had people tailin’ us if we were goin’ in the wrong direction?”
Reese was quiet for a moment, then said, “Fair point.”
“I know it is.Now let’s get some food and figure out how we’re gonna get into that house.”
“Where’re we gonna eat?”
“I saw a sign for a barbecue joint back in town.”
“Barbecue.Of course.”
“Hey.It’s a small town.You gotta try the barbecue.”
“Hey.What’s up, boss?”Atticus answered whenhe saw Brantley’s name appear on his phone screen.
“Where’re you at?”
“We are in… Where are we?”he asked Archer, putting the call on speaker so he could drive without crashing into someone or something.
“Somewhere between Austin and Blanco.”
“I don’t think that narrows it down much,” Atticus told Brantley.
“We’re almost to Dripping Springs,” Archer clarified.
“How long will it take you to get to Johnson City?”
Another question Atticus couldn’t answer while driving, so he looked at Archer.
Archer was staring at his phone when he said, “I’d say half an hour.Maybe less since Atticus is driving.”
“Good.Head this way.Have you had lunch?”
“Nope.And I think Archer’s stomach’s startin’ to get pissy.”
Archer chuckled.“Heard that, did ya?”
Oh, yeah.Atticus had heard the rumble of Archer’s stomach about twenty minutes ago.He’d been expecting the man to suggest they grab some food, but since he hadn’t, he figured he wasn’t quite ready for lunch.Apparently, he was wrong.
“We’re at Pig Pen Barbecue in Johnson City.Meet us here.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Atticus said with a grin.“See you in a few.”
“Did it sound like they’ve got something?”Archer asked from the passenger seat.
“You mean somethin’ besides food?”
Archer chuckled.“Yeah.”
