“Brett isn’t there today.”

He got behind the wheel and started the engine.

I climbed in and pulled the seat belt across my chest.

Martinez drummed his knuckles on the steering wheel while we waited for the heater to warm up the cab.

“We’ve got a lot of ground to cover before three o’clock,” I said.

“The truck’s yours for as long as you need it,” Martinez said.

“My storage unit is swept out and ready for her boxes.”