Shannon delivered them to Nashville without incident, and Pete resumed the driving duties. He glanced at his watch as the three changed up seating positions in the vehicle.
“Four more hours, and we’re there,” Pete announced. Another round of bathroom breaks and a gas stop, and then Pete’s truck rejoined the flow of traffic heading north on I-65.
From her position in the backseat, Leah relayed the latest update from Larry.
“He says he just heard Duffy is nowhere to be found,” she read aloud, and Pete’s grip tightened on the wheel.
“If he’s in the wind, then chances are he’s trailing us.”
“How could he be trailing us?” Leah asked, as the scowl on Shannon’s face revealed she wasn’t happy with being left out of the conversation.
Leah scribbled it all down and showed her.
Suddenly Leah h
