Chapter 790

“Been a while, huh, Old Hauler?”

The border-checkpoint officer lifted his head lazily and immediately recognized the beat-up truck he knew so well. He shoved his chair back, shrugged his uniform jacket over one shoulder, stepped out of the booth, and walked up to the window.

“Heard you ran a load out of the city?” He took the inspection form and cargo manifest the Old Hauler passed through the window and, in the same motion, tossed him a bottle of water—like he was chucking a drink into his own fridge.