CHAPTER 9Sticking to his plan, Carl drove with JP through Tomah on their way to Madison on Wednesday. There, Carl rented the equipment he needed and drove back to a motel outside of Tomah. The confluence of 1-90 and I-94 a couple miles east of Tomah made it a busy place, a place where it was unlikely anyone would remember Carl or JP, at least if JP behaved herself and didn’t throw a public fit about something.
Carl used credit cards and a phony driver’s license he’d gotten under a different name. He considered dyeing his hair but figured it wouldn’t be necessary. Their motel didn’t have surveillance cameras. At least that was working for him.
Over dinner that evening, JP complained about the quality and choices in the free breakfast and the truck-stop menu in front of her. She whined tha
