27
Adam was no stranger to long miles and longer hours on the road. Still, sitting in Jim Henderson’s truck was getting old.
They’d crossed into Virginia before stopping at the motel, but that didn’t give Adam a sense of where they were now, much less where they were going. They’d eaten breakfast about half an hour ago, after exiting the interstate. The landscape was a little flatter than Adam was used to, with fewer trees and more empty pastures browned in anticipation of winter. The gray sky didn’t help his persistent headache, but did seem in keeping with the depressing miasma that had settled over the area. His eyelids fluttered.
“No sleeping,” Harlan said, as he’d done half a dozen times in the past few hours.
Adam stretched his eyes wide. “Are we almost there?”
“Yes,” Harlan rep
