CHAPTER NINE
WHAT-IFS AND MAYBES
We knew where the convenience store was and hoped, prayed really, that they didn’t think to go looking for us there. Though we knew, prayed really, again, that with everything knocked out by the flares, they were riding blind. Meaning, no radar, no way to track us, not if they were using any sort of GPS, because, best guess, no way were the satellites up in space still working. Hence the cell phones not working. Hence no Internet, no TV.
We made it to the store a while later and tied the still-blindfolded prisoners together in the storage room before parking the Jeep behind the building.
“I vote we leave them here,” said Blondella. “Take the Jeep and continue on to New York, then find another car or two somewhere along the way. There’s gotta be more of
