Cobi and Derek waited for ten minutes. They saw the light in Tony's bedroom turn on, and then turn off again. "You think we should get out of here?" Cobi wondered.
"I don't know he might still need our help," Derek replied.
"I think he's probably asleep by now. And that van looks creepy."
Derek looked down the street at the "creepy van". It was parked a block away, its lights off. It didn't have any windows in the back and the ones in the front were tinted. "Restoration Therapy" was spray painted in stenciled letters on its side.
"What the hell is 'Restoration Therapy'?" Derek wondered.
"I don't know. Looks like a rape van."
"You think it has something to do with that drug dealer?"
"I might know a way to find out." Cobi pulled a pen out of the Dragon Wagon's glove box and wrote the van's license plate number on his hand.
Derek glanced up at Tony's dark window. "I think you're right, I think he's asleep. Let's get out of here."
Cobi put the station wagon in gear and drove Derek home.