I pull into a strip mall and wake Karson. “I need you two to get us some clothes.” I turn to Leana and place a wad of cash into her hand. “I need a shirt and some jeans. Do not let him pick anything out for me.” I glare at Karson. The last time I let him buy an outfit for me, I had to commit a double fucking homicide with the word “vagitarian” on the front of my shirt. I don’t think he’ll find anything like that in this little strip of outlet stores, but I refuse to risk it.
