“Are you hungry? Maybe we should grab a bite to eat,” I suggested. “Kountry Wings?” I really wanted a hot meal, but I would’ve suggested every place in town to stall.
Jane gave a half smirk as if she was saying, nice try. She kept driving. My stomach no longer turned or growled. I could only go another hour before my inner Mr. Hyde involuntarily took over. My eyes lingered on restaurants while Jane drove. Everything sounded amazing. Hamburgers. French fries. Chicken nuggets. Hot dogs. Even a gas station Slim Jim sounded delicious.
“We need a plan,” Jane said, slowly breaking at a stoplight.
I forced myself to stop thinking about waffle fries. “What’s there to plan? I buy something and Leo tells me what he knows. And if you see Drake Voss, you talk to him. The end.”
Even with sunglasses
