Early to bed meant we got a good eight hours sleep, even after our prolonged bout of making love. We awoke at six Wednesday morning, showered, and dressed, then packed the car. I wrote a note to the building manager, telling him I had moved out, and slipped it and the apartment keys through the mail slot in his door.
Our first stop was at the edge of the city, to eat breakfast. Then we were on our way. The traffic was heavy at first, but it lightened up as the day progressed. We made it to our destination around nine-thirty that night.
During the drive, Coop kept checking the phone he’d used to call Ingram, Young, and Associates. “Nothing,” he muttered more than once. “Either the number had nothing to do with Tanner, or he’s not willing to take the chance that I’ll track him if he calls
