The speed limit was eighty miles an hour along most of the Hi-Line section of Highway 2. Bill’s truck was shaking at ninety miles an hour, but he kept his foot on the pedal all the way to Shelby. Hours of speeding across the plains had made him delirious. His right Achilles tendon hurt from jamming his foot to the floor, and his hands ached from gripping the steering wheel. His neck was killing him from staring hard at the centerline, not to mention the stress.
He should have insisted Jesse go to the police back when he’d found her out by Specht Mill. If anything happened to her, it would be his fault. Guilt seized his throat, almost choking him.
Clutching the wheel with one hand, eyes still on the road, he reached across the seat for his cell phone. He glanced back up at the road, and t
