Nefretiri
"Can you fix it?" Sitting in front of the remains of the truck. I already knew the answer but wasn't willing to give up that easily.
"No, there's too much damage to the engine," slamming the hood back down, Ivan glared at the truck. I'm sure he remembered how that happened, probably wishing he'd done more to Sam. "It'll cost less to buy a new one."
That was disappointing to hear. I loved this thing, and it had some sentimental value to us. It was just a truck, but it was part of our history. Longer than either of us remembered. We could buy a new one today, but that didn't make me feel better about it.
"I guess we can ride with Luke," He'd gone to get the information from the royals, and then to get another rental and open a claim on the last one. I hated to be the person to investigate that accident. When he returned, Luke would have to tell us what story he went with. "That way, we can at least get home."
