Moffitt squinted up at the sun, tracking its course along the desert sky.

Tully sat beside him, jeep's steering wheel in hand, staring at the dunes piled up in front of the two of them.

Hitch and Troy were nowhere to be seen. They'd gone off on some half-cocked scheme to capture Dietrich. Left them behind as lookouts. Tully reflected on the fact that they'd never managed to catch him before. Same as him to being able to keep a handle on them for more than a few hours.

Moffitt shifted in his seat. The sun was almost down. It had been almost up when Troy and Hitch left them.

"Do you think they've gotten themselves killed?" Moffitt asked Tully. He wasn't really serious.

"I seriously doubt that," Tully said right away, his voice quiet as usual. And serious.

They'd just have to wait it out.