Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
“You better flash the lights again,” Joel said after getting an uneasy feeling.
When Mick complied, the brief illumination of the dark asphalt revealed debris directly ahead.
“Crap!” Mick jerked the wheel to change to the far right lane—well, technically the far left lane.
“I thought I saw something there.” Joel stretched his neck to peer over the westbound lanes on the opposite side.
“That must be your fantasy-ticket gas station there. Looks like a dim light is on inside—and outside at the pumps as well. They must have a nocturnal attendant. I mean, wouldn’t these places have to, in order to serve half the population? Like when Jessie and Archer come rolling up to one, which they might be doing right about now.”
“Let’s hope they roll into a mor
