“I think we should get some food.” Kam suggests. “I"m still a little drunk and sick.”
I sit quietly. Brock had earlier instructed Kam to request food, it"s all a part of his tactic against Markie. I have to hand it to him, the ability to prepare in such profound detail is uncanny. They work well together, I"m impressed. Though Markie is my daughter, my first born, she still has no place in this crowd. I can see where Brock"s hatred comes from.
“That"s a great idea, babe. We should probably get enough to eat and drink for a couple days. Once they start looking for us, we won"t be able to stop anywhere.” Brock agrees, as planned. “But where the hell are we supposed to go at this hour?”
There are only three more exits before the freeway takes us to a long stretch of nothing but highway for
