The truck didn’t seem to follow them.
“If you get a little more distance between us, we can get off at the next exit,” said Curtis.
“Only if we can get back on there.”
“What?”
“Let’s get off, wait ten, get back on.”
“Give them enough time to come back for us,” said Curtis, nodding. “They’ll realize we got off and come back to comb the area, but we won’t be here. I like the way you think.”
“And we’ll be much further before we get off and go backroads a while. Hopefully we can lose them.” Lyndon merged between two cars without much space, vaguely aware of Curtis cringing next to him, passed a couple cars, and merged back.
“You think we’re being paranoid?” Curtis twisted to look behind them, but the black truck was so far behind them now, it was no longer in Lyndon’s rearview mirror. “
