He’d lost track of Lee after their last scuffle, the witch knocking him unconscious and seemingly going into hiding. It took him weeks, months, to realize that she had taken her nag and left town. Against his better judgement, in a move that he knew his employers would likely frown upon were they to find out, Trevor set off in search of the witch. Nearly out of gas and just about to give up, the blonde appearing to be too far out of his reach now, Trevor pulls his motorcycle into a run-down station just off the highway, filling up the tank and heading inside to pay.
What would it hurt to ask the guy at the counter about her? It’s how he’s gotten this far. “Ten on two,” the blond sighs, sliding a crisp bill across the counter to the attendant. “And a question for you, if I may?” | @namedbear
