CHAPTER FOUR
THE BUS STOPPED ABOUT three hours from Memphis. Clovis was relieved to get out of the car. He really needed to visit the men’s room but remembered all too clearly what had happened the last time.
He waited in a shadowed corner of the lot, watching until he saw the woman and the kid step out. They headed toward the distant building, walking close and talking quietly, a small island of two in the dimly-lit parking lot.
He waited until they went inside, keeping an eye on them through the glass front of the long building as the punk turned right and went into the restaurant. The kid slumped into a booth and pulled out his cell phone, transfixed by it. He didn’t even notice Clovis moving quickly toward the building. Clovis stood inside the door for a moment, searching the gift s
