“What’s in there?” Brady asked. “It’s just like a hiking pack,” I said. “Extra water, first-aid kit, compass, a couple of those foil blankets—that sort of thing.” “That seems oddly…prepared for you.” “You know me for a few weeks, and you think you’ve got me all figured out?” I asked. Brady kept his eyes on the road, but I saw his mouth tilt up. “No, but I’m really trying, Collins.” I finally cracked the code on why my name sounded so good when he said
