21
A mile down the highway, Shea caught up to Labrys, who was chugging along just under the speed limit. Shea waved her to go faster, but Labrys didn’t speed up.
Come on, let’s go! Shea thought, feeling like she had a target on her back. Maybe something was wrong with Labrys’ bike. Or maybe she was just spooked. She was a college professor, after all. Not a street thug.
When they reached the tiny town of Granite, Labrys pulled into a two-pump gas station with an office the size of a single wide. Shea stopped next to her.
“You all right?” Shea asked.
Labrys lifted her tinted visor. Her chest shook sobbing. Her right eye was dark purple and swollen shut. Her nose was crooked and still bleeding.
“It’s all right, Deb. We’re safe.”
Labrys glanced in a side mirror. “Oh s**t, I look horrib
