He keeps his eyes on the road. “Makes it easier to forget about, I guess.”
We turn off the street and enter a small parking lot behind an old, brick building. A pink neon sign flashes above the entrance with several letters missing. I squint at it, trying to decipher the store’s name.
“Fawn’s Pawn?” I read. “Who’s Fawn?”
“It’s her last name.”
I sit back. “Your gun girl is a woman named Caleb Fawn?”
Fox pulls his seatbelt free. “Wait here.”
“No way! I want to meet your gun girl.”
“No.” He steps outside. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Fox—”
“Dani.” He bends down and stares at me through the open window. “Stay here.”
I sigh and fall back into my seat. “Fine.” I reach for my sunglasses.
“Keep them on,”he warns, pointing a stiff finger at me.
I hold up my hands in surrender and he walks off toward the pawn shop.
There we go again. Bantering like before.
This is going to be one strange road trip.