Chapter 585

• Tripp watched the truck pull up beside his SUV and stop. He didn’t see a passenger, just one male in the driver’s seat. The man took his time looking at him and then around the area. He wasn’t stupid Tripp thought, checking out the lay of the land before exposing himself. He didn’t want to spook him, so he stood still, and kept his arm at his side, the dart gun visible.
• The door opened and he got out, first thing he noticed was he was dressed in decent clothes. His pants looked like they’d been pressed and without a single wrinkle, and his jacket was smooth, with no marks on it anywhere Tripp could see. Being a delivery person must pay well. His boots were new, with not a scuff on them. He was clean-shaven, even his black hair was styled with an immaculately straight part. He wasn’t a huge man, but he’d be a challenge in a fight.
• “Are you Darrel?” He asked, still standing by the door.