The parking lot was littered with broken beer bottles and strewn garbage from where someone had kicked over one of the cans. So many rocks had been thrown through the lighted sign over the door all Gabriel could read was NITE MART. Before the killer got out Gabriel said, “At least tell me something real. How long have you been doing this?” “Drivin’ this truck?” “You know what I mean.” Suspect Zero looked thoughtful. “I read somewhere that scientists reckon the first humans settled in North America somewhere between twenty and thirteen thousand years ago.” “So?” The killer smiled. “I figure I was about fifteen minutes behind them. Come on. Let’s get some grub.” “You sure you’re not a ghost?” “Cross my heart and hope to die. I’m just here like you, to take a walk on the wild side.”
