The guy was obviously afraid of something. Crime was crazy high around the oil fields: drug and human trafficking, rapes, robberies, assaults, and even murders. And if that didn’t scare a person, the sheer number of people and vehicles at all hours of the day and night in what used to be sleepy towns would. Erik had practically leaped to the other side of the truck when he’d woken up back at the motel. Something had spooked him. Or maybe he was simply freaked about being seen so close to Luther in the truck. Luther certainly wouldn’t want to be seen too close to a guy in unsafe areas. Maybe that’s all it was, which Luther kicked himself for not thinking about before he’d driven back into town and parked in front of Erik’s door. He had to make sure Erik was okay. If you have time, I’d like to get together again, he shot off. An hour later, he got K. Tonight? If you can.
