“Not this again.” Curtis groaned, tilted his head back against the seat. He looked like he was praying to Lyndon’s car roof. “You know I don’t want to tell you too much.”
“And put me in danger and all that s**t. Look, Curtis, in about another hour we’re going to need to stop because of all this coffee. I’m going to have to call into work, and we’ll see if I still have a job after I tell them I have no clue when I’ll be back with their van. I need a job. I have bills and debts.” Lyndon hesitated, not sure how much to say. “I have…medication I need. You already put me in danger.”
Curtis sighed.
“What do you want me to say?”
Lyndon switched lanes to let someone merge.
“What the hell kind of place do you work for? I never heard of it before today.”
“We…do research. I’m just a lab worker.
