Chapter 21 - Grisham
The miles trickled by, far slower than I would’ve liked. Why couldn’t we be there already? While I hoped Trenton wasn’t doing anything stupid, I was growing sick with worry.
Damn traffic. There was an accident, and we were at a crawl. It had been more than four hours now since Trenton had called, and I couldn’t handle it. We had to get the f**k out of this f*****g traffic, and we had to do it the f**k right now.
“Drive along the shoulder.”
“There’s a cop not far back,” Bob protested.
“So?”
“We can’t afford to be pulled over.”
“So don’t pull over.”
Bob glanced over at me, raised his eyebrows, and gave me a hell of a devilish grin. He would have to find a way to merge over to reach the shoulder, but it would be worth it.
While he worked on that, I checked my gun
