With Harlan driving, Adam was stuck in the middle of the two older men, his feet riding up on the drive train hump and knees in the air. If it’d been warmer, he would’ve climbed in the back. He was afraid Harlan would slam the gearshift into his thigh, or worse.
For the first twenty minutes, the truck was mostly free of conversation, as Teddy directed them step by step to another interstate. From there, the route was a straight shot for a couple of hours, so Teddy elaborated on his plan.
“Having a decent location will give us a boost,” Teddy said.
“We hope,” Harlan replied. The closer they got to Watkins County, the less sanguine he was about their prospects. “I gotta be stopping somewhere soon to get gas.”
“We don’t know that Danny has much, if anything, in the way of a gift—”
“We do
