Chapter 23
Good God, she thought. Did I say the right thing? Did I make sense? She sat there for a few minutes and drank from her cola. When it was gone, she looked around.
There was an old payphone hanging on the wall. She rolled the chair closer, slipped a few coins into it, and dialed Maggie’s home number.”
“Hello?”
“Maggie, it’s me.”
“Cameron? Where are you? Are you all right?” There were men’s voices in the background. They sounded excited. “We thought you were dead.”
“Dead tired, maybe,” she replied. “I’m still alive.”
“Where are you?” Maggie’s excitement could be felt through the phone.
“I’m at a gas station on Route 9 in Halltown, north of Ranson, West Virginia.” She was surprised she remembered that in her condition.
Maggie repeated the names to whoever was there. There w
