Chapter 7
Backroads of GeorgiaIt seemed like hours had passed since Ray Jenkins started toward Nancy Lynn's hometown. He was wondering if his GPS had gone squirrelly, for usually major gas stations or mom-and-pop country stores were dotted along the highway. His odometer had clicked off 78 miles since leaving. Up ahead, seemingly out of nowhere, he saw a traffic light and to his left, a gas station and diner.
His cell charger had died over an hour before on the long and isolated highway. He felt suspended in time, not knowing his whereabouts. He took a chance on the diner, allowing him to plug his charger into one of their outlets while he grabbed a bite to eat.
A young waitress with snarly hair pulled together in a messy bun was standing behind the counter, swiping the bar with a ding
