LAKE

“Why the fuck aren’t we moving, OB?”

“Boss, it’s traffic at this hour.”

I could see that and knew it, but why did I have to ask the obvious? Now Owen and Homer were making fun of me.

“Have a little patience, sir. We’re almost there,” Homer said from the passenger seat.

“We can avail a chopper if you’ll be in a hurry next time, boss.”

I glared at Owen before I looked outside the window. The anticipation of seeing Maverick was ...