When they pulled off the interstate in Hagerville, Cam woke Dave.
“Okay,” she said. “Now where?”
He directed her through the streets of the city to a building marked Testa Laundry Supply. Dave directed her through the parking lot, into a cavernous garage. Four men were inside loading barrels of detergent onto a truck. It looked like the barrels that had been delivered to the prison.
“Hey, Dave!” one of the men yelled as Cam pulled to a stop.
“Norman around?” Dave asked as he got out of the car. He turned back to Cam. “Come on out.” She got out of the car as one of the men pulled out his phone and talked to someone. Cam scanned the garage. There was nothing out of the ordinary for a factory like this. A few minutes later a tall gray-haired man emerged from inside the building.
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