Chapter 12
Jacksonville, FL
Friday morning, very early
“I CAN’T BELIEVE we’re getting up at four in the morning,” Nate said.
“Believe it, babe,” Quentin said. “It’s what we do—sometimes. Ready to roll?”
“I need something to eat.”
“That’s why McDonald’s has twenty-four hour drive-throughs.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Let’s go.”
They stopped by the nearest McDonald’s that they found open, purchased coffee and sausage biscuits… and were on the interstate shortly thereafter.
“How are we going to handle this?” Nate said, between bites of his food.
“I’m going inside the men’s room. If we get there first, I’ll hide in one of the handicapped stalls; if they’re already there, I’ll pull my hood up, and pretty much follow the same script as last time.”
“I wondered why you were wearing
