Chapter 15 - .15 Shopping
As they approached the Porsche, Hendricks stopped just short of the passenger side door.
Jason glanced back. "What’s wrong?"
Hendricks scratched the back of his neck. "I don’t want to mess up your car."
Jason tilted his head, almost confused. "It’s a car. It can be cleaned. You, on the other hand, need to stop thinking like that. Get in."
Still hesitant, Hendricks slowly opened the door, wiping his hands on his pants before settling into the leather seat like it was a throne made of glass. He didn’t even lean back.
Jason didn’t comment. He just smirked and hit the ignition.
Their first stop was a general store. Jason grabbed a basket and tossed in shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, toothpaste, and a decent razor.
"You got a brand you like?" he asked.
Hendricks gave a short laugh. "Brother, I’ve been using rainwater and bar soap for six months."
Jason nodded, dropped in a travel grooming kit, and kept moving.
They swung by a casual men’s boutique next—simple jeans, fitted tees, some polos, and a hoodie or two. Jason grabbed a pair of sneakers off the shelf and tossed them into Hendricks’ arms.