OCR Text |
Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 227 of 307 certainly not going to work sitting in a quiet car. Steve's voice was too low, too gruff and far too loud. I dialed him as I walked toward the burrito place. We were just a few miles from the beach and the cool air was invigorating after so much hot desert summer. "Good lord, Nephi. You're alive. What a relief." "What? What happened?" "Well,1I don't exactly know. Sounds like you guys had another run in with Crazy Cox. No one in the Reno Police Department has any idea what the hell happened because you guys didn't seem to call them after that crazy bastard attacked you all again." Was this sarcasm coming from nuts and bolts Steve? And I think I had heard some actual concern. Maybe there was a soft pink old smiling guy under his weird Darth Vaderish gruffness. "Yes, we got attacked. I probably saved his life and then he comes after us like the god damned terminator bunny." "You saved his life! What the hell were you thinking? He almost killed you, Nephi!" "I'm not talking about anything churchy here. This is my standard and my moral so don't get on me. It just wasn't right." "Who? How?" He barked. "Sarah had this pepper spray and she had him on the ground." Steve started laughing. "What are you. Some kind of freaky tree hugging nut? I should have guessed this about you when I saw |