Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Two hours of daylight left. Two hours to Oakdale, assuming an 80 MPH average speed.
It was too close for Mick’s taste. Especially with several unknown factors in the mix, not the least of which was getting past the devil’s own gas station. Doing 80 on a spare tire wasn’t the most secure prospect, either. This vehicle now resembled a rolling yellow garbage can. There was no driver’s side window, no headrest cushion, and limited visibility on the right side of the windshield from the spider-web surrounding the bullet hole. Mick also needed to find an interstate onramp/off-ramp location where he could exit and get back on the other side going the right direction.
Or did he?
Mick thought about this. If they were monitoring the interstate ahead, wouldn’t they be
