For Want of a MemoryChapter 28
Mitch and Tim stood on the lip of the drop off, looking down. "Shit," Tim cursed softly. "I know," said Mitch. Tim looked around at the big panel truck that was parked in front of Mitch's patrol car. It was called the "Roach Coach" by everybody in town. Sally Lazenby owned it and made her living driving around selling hot food out of it. She was sitting behind the wheel weaving to and fro, listening to music. Mitch had hired her to sit there and have the interior of the truck as hot...