If Laurie was good at planning, there was something else he was even better at, and that was finding a place he’d never been to after he’d been given the directions to reach it. Lync hadn’t known that. One night, while Laurie tried to get up the nerve to tell Lync he wanted his lover to take him over his knee and paddle his butt until it turned bright red, Lync had talked about the bunker. His words had distracted Laurie, and he’d listened, fascinated, while Lync mentioned landmarks and distances, never realizing he’d as good as drawn a map for Laurie.
The road leading to the woods was empty of people, but there were cars crowding the two-lane highway, and he had to weave his way carefully through wrecks or cars that had simply run out of gas and were abandoned.
A lavender Rolls Royce, h
