CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Neither of them even considered staying in a motel in Roanoke. Kate and DeMarco figured they could take shifts driving if the other got tired. They did indeed switch out, DeMarco taking the wheel a little less than halfway through the trip so Kate could doze. Kate was stirred awake by DeMarco tapping on her shoulder.
Kate opened her eyes, instantly noticing the pain in her neck from sleeping in the passenger’s seat.
“You’re home,” DeMarco said.
Sure enough, Kate looked out of the window and saw her house. She checked her watch and saw that it was 4:05 in the morning.
“Thanks,” Kate said. “Now, come on in. I’m not letting you drive back to DC or try checking into a motel at such an hour.”
“You sure?”
“Positive,” Kate said. She got out of the car and started toward
