Anthony
The tires of John's black sedan crunch on loose gravel as he pulls into the town square.
"This is as far as I go," he says.
"Good luck. You'll find a mechanic for your car here, and whatever else you need. If you get stranded again, you know where to find Martha and I."
"Oh thank you, John," says Diana, giving him a warm embrace.
"You're the best," I say, as I help Diana out of the door.
Without another word, I slam the door shut and John peels away, leaving us stranded beneath the blinding afternoon sun.
I shade my eyes and scan the sleepy storefronts encircling the square, palms sweating.
We're sitting ducks out here.
Damon could be anywhere, waiting to put a bullet in our brains.
Diana's fingers curl around my bicep, her nails biting in. "What do we do?"
I fish the bu
