The man swallowed, took a slurp of coffee, and shrugged. “What you want?” “Everything you saw or heard.” S’mores took another, smaller bite of his sandwich. “Boom,” he said. “Fire. Holy shit.” He took another sip of coffee. “Anything more detailed than that?” Robie added slowly. “Did you see anyone around the bus? Maybe get off or on?” S’mores crammed another handful of hash browns in his mouth and chomped. “Boom,” he said again. “Fire. Holy shit.” Then he laughed. “Grilling out.”
