“We’ve only told one other person about that,” Justin, half-asleep, mumbled to Lucy and me this morning.
“What? What?” I repeated. “You only told one other person about what?” I pressed, thinking that perhaps Justin, in his haze of sleep, might reveal some juicy tidbit about a deep dark secret.
“About robbing the cigarette truck,” he said.
“Robbing WHAT cigarette truck?” I inquired incredulously. “Honey – WHAT cigarette truck?”
“The one Lucy and her brother robbed in the 50’s,” he explained matter of factly.
Could it be? Lucy’s long-lost brother?