The sun outside was brutal when Zoey and Gerald stepped out of the diner. The fuss was getting louder from inside the building, but Gerald didn’t give Zoey the leisure of waiting. He led her quickly to the black Lexus jeep they arrived with and opened the door.
“Get in,” Gerald said. “We have to leave, hurry.”
Zoey entered the car, and Gerald closed the door, turning over to the driver’s seat.
As Gerald entered the vehicle, Zoey glanced out through the side window, staring towards the door and hoping Roland would walk out at any moment, but he didn’t. Not until the car started, reversing onto the highway.
On the road, Zoey kept staring back towards the building. “Roland Smith,” she muttered. She put her head back into the car. “Gerald, what about Roland? We cannot leave him back there.
