It began with a glance as we passed each other the first time, a smile the next two or three laps, and then a pretend rest stop.
The closed-down rest stop was just before it.
Fred wanted to drive the extra 30 miles or more and visit the rest stop drop location but Dean put his foot down, pointing out that it was two months earlier when the money disappeared.
Dean chose an area well away from town and parked at a roadside rest stop.
After I checked out the list I spent the afternoon at a rest stop squinting at a couple of a thousand bikers' numbers trying to spot him, but no luck.
