Chapter Six
It could have been the luxurious bed, or the bath I’d taken before going to sleep. Whatever the reason, I slept much later than I’d intended, and woke up to see light peeking around the curtains in my room. By instinct, I glanced toward the nightstand next to the bed, but there was no clock radio or iPod dock. Strange.
But I had my watch, which I’d kept set according to the clock in the Cherokee, and that told me it was almost nine. s**t. Half the morning gone. True, under normal circumstances, you could make the drive from Taos to Los Alamos in an hour or so, but the weather lately hadn’t exactly been normal. Besides, I realized I probably wouldn’t want to go straight there from here anyway. If the survivors really were watching the highway, I’d want to leave from Santa Fe s
