“Don’t touch anything until we check for bedbugs,” Quincy cautioned, steering Lily away from where she was about to sit on the bed. “OK. We’re all winners at the Lower Florida Nordstrom. Jeans and T-shirt for William, belt for me to hold up these Hammer pants, and even something for Miss Lily here. Enough junk food to clog our arteries, and toiletries for all. And a cheapie phone. I know we can’t use it, but it claims to have internet service at least.”

“How much cash did you get out?” Steven asked.

“Let’s just say if a local needs ten bucks to buy a Hunt Brothers pizza, they’re out of luck. More money in there than I would have thought. Miss Linda needed some cash.”

“Miss Linda?” William looked back from where he was peering out the curtains.

“Miss Linda Mosh from Cambria, Illinois. Miss Mosh has financial accounts I can access when necessary. Helpful to tuck away cash during tax time, and certainly helpful now. If you testify to the IRS about it, I’ll deny it.”

“Could I have the phone?” William asked, grabbing the clothes and a toothbrush. He needed to shower badly.

“Give me a minute,” Quincy said, tearing open the packaging.

William rushed through his shower and hurriedly brushed his teeth. His beard was already becoming unkempt. Thankfully, Quincy had bought several hats, including a solid navy blue. The T-shirt was a size too small for his liking, but the jeans would do.

He stepped out, and Lily quickly ushered herself in, carrying another plastic bag, closing the door.

“Did she get something to eat?” William asked.

“Kid can tear through some Doritos. Phone is operating. The bars are low, but you can give it a whirl. And no sign of bedbugs, which is why Dr. Richards felt it was safe to use a pillow.”

“Just need to rest for a moment,” Steven said, his eyes closed.

“Everybody needs to rest.” William held up the phone, praying that the internet responded.

“Careful with whatever you’re searching. They’ll be looking,” Steven said.

“Just checking CNN. I want to see something.”

Just as Quincy began to wipe down a chair using a thin packet of Lysol wipes from the store, the bathroom door opened, and Lily stepped out. Gone was the nightgown, replaced by a horribly bright yellow dress with grinning suns on the hem. The same color of yellow shone on the flip-flops on her feet.

“Thank you, Quincy,” she said softly.

Quincy scratched his neck. “I’m used to buying Versace for women. But you’re welcome, kiddo.”

“Are we safe?” she asked.