"Tommy, we're not exactly in a forgiving neighborhood," Oliver said. He could see the used car salesman watching them from the window of his trailer-office. "It's not smart to stick around and wait for someone to mug us. C'mon, let's keep moving."
Home was north of The Glades, with areas of lessening danger in between. Oliver let go of Tommy as soon as he was sure that Tommy wasn't going to lag behind. He relented on the cell phone, being careful to keep it obscured with his palm when he took it from his pocket. "No signal," he reported, definitely not liking that fact. The cell disappered back into his pocket.