The mechanic shrugged. “It was probably a drug bust of some kind. I know there has been talk for years that there’s some kind of drug house back there about ten or fifteen miles or so.”
“If it was, let’s hope they got them all. I don’t want my kids playing around with drugs and drug dealers in the area.”
Neil came bouncing out of the store with an arm-load of water bottles and a plastic grocery bag. He handed one bottle of water to Cam who opened it and took a long gulp right away.
“Thanks,” Cam said. “These fellows were saying that they think there was a drug bust ten or fifteen miles from here.”
“Around here?” Neil exclaimed, his eyes wide.
“Yes,” the mechanic answered. “I understand they’re all over the place.”
Neil reached into his bag and handed Cam a steaming hot dog. “That’s all they had in there but I knew you’d be hungry.”
“This will be fine for now,” she said, taking a bite of it.
“Then we should get going,” Cull suggested.