“What about taking my car?” she asks. “It’s got four-wheel drive—” “Too big.” I shake my head. “Ask anyone in here. You wanna get the lay of the land, you gotta do it on horseback.” Mollie glances at Goody, who grimaces. “He’s not wrong. But the tour can wait perhaps? There’s some paperwork we should go over—” “Don’t have time. We either go now or we don’t go at all.” I get up and start grabbing plates, stacking them on my forearm.
