Chapter 30“You crazy sonofabitch, are you trying to kill me here?”, Gabe said angrily as he was feverishly digging through a bag of pretzels and hoping to find a few more traces of edible matter inside. “An hour ago you said that we’d stop for food in thirty minutes. I’ve been digesting my own stomach for the past sixty miles. Pull over.”
Mike chuckled, although he had also started feeling hungry a couple of moments earlier. He had far more discipline and he wouldn’t complain like his companion, who was slowly taking the form of a spoiled, sulking brat.
“Remember that Briar girl?” Gabe grumbled. “She said she was going for some food, asked about a nice restaurant. Where did we see her last, Mike? In a nice restaurant, when we were leaving goddamn Albuquerque. Why didn’t we stop there? I’
