Eric sucked in a breath, steadying himself, and hobbled toward the bus stop. He had no clue where Sera was or which bus would take him there. "Whatever," he muttered. "I'll hop the first one out of this dump."
A bus lumbered up, brakes whining, and he climbed on—only to get kicked off ten seconds later.
"What the hell!" he snapped, staggering back to the sidewalk. "Why can't I ride? You should be thanking me for stepping on your lousy bus—quit yapping about cash!"
Eric's legs burned, shaking like they might quit any second. The city Police Station loomed behind him in the western suburbs—a gray, ugly slab with a single bus stop out front.
Three routes trickled through, but it didn't matter. Broke and bullheaded, he'd tried two buses already, and both drivers had chucked him off without a second thought.
