“What can I do for you?” asked a blonde woman in her mid-thirties. She crossed the lot to greet the two of them.
“I guess we’re looking for an RV.” Dakota supplied. His voice sounded something like normal. Finally. He smiled nervously at Terrell. “We’re planning a road trip.”
A cute lie—not too far from the truth. They were ready to pick up their lives and travel, and they probably would see a large portion of the country in the process. But the plan, which originated somewhere deep in Terrell’s head, arose from a need for survival. The couple didn’t want to risk staying in one place for long. A moving target would be harder to hit.
They needed a big gas tank to avoid stopping too often, coverable windows for privacy, a good locking door, and plenty of places to stow important items. Th
