Chapter 9
The afternoon traffic heading east along Interstate 70 wasn’t bad. It rarely was during that time of the week. Fridays were the day when scores of travelers made their way west up from Denver to the high country for a weekend of skiing or snowboarding. They’d pour into the resort towns, gallivanting around in their turtleneck sweaters, drinking hot chocolate throughout the day, and boozing it up at night. Few people were headed in the opposite direction, so Sean met little resistance on his way down to the suburbs.
From Denver, I-25 to Greeley wasn’t quite as forgiving. Sean had beat rush hour, but some unexpected construction and inexplicable pockets of congestion left him snarling and pounding his fist against the steering wheel a number of times. By the time he reached the G
