Chapter 9
Columbia County, FL
On I-75
QUENTIN PULLED THE pony car into the rest area, and parked some distance away from the other cars.
“Now what?” Nate said.
“We tilt the seats back, like we would if we were sleeping. Then we watch… and we wait.”
As they watched, the van pulled into a parking place fairly near the entrance to the restrooms, and two men got out.
“And there we have Marv and Harv in the flesh,” Quentin said. “One of them is tall, one of them is short, and both of them are fat.”
“What now?”
“Let’s wait and see what they do.”
The two men went into the restroom, and Quentin opened the driver’s door of the Mustang.
“What are you doing?” Nate said.
“Just watch.”
Quentin walked across the parking lot until he was behind the van, where he couldn’t be seen from the res
