Road to Desire
“Yes, a ride home would be much appreciated.”
Booker nodded and waved his hand toward the roll-up door.
“Nice to meet you,” I said to Mack, and headed outside.
“You too, babe,” Mack said to my back.
Booker led me to his Ford F-150, and I turned to face him. “Can I borrow your phone please?”
“What?”
“Your phone. May I borrow it for a second?”
He reached into his pocket and handed it to me. “Knock yourself out.”
I stepped in front of the truck and took a photo of it, along with the license plate, texting the photos to Kim so she’d know who was driving me home and when I was leaving. At least if he did murder me, they’d be able to track down my killer.