Chapter 16Once they crossed the border from Sarnia into Michigan, Rory checked the GPS. He balked when he saw another five hours in front of them until they were in Chicago. He let out a low breath as one of the many podcasts that Taggart had been keeping them amused with ended with a distinct theme song.
“All right,” Taggart said, flipping through his phone so he could locate another one. “We’ve done the hauntings of Ontario, so how about we shift our focus to Americana now that we’re here. Maybe some serial killers of Chicago to keep us company and inspire us for a late-night walk once we arrive?”
“It won’t be late when we get there. Maybe like four in the afternoon?”
“So is that a yes or a no to serial killers?”
Rory laughed, but it came out like a wheeze. “Sure, why not? Sounds lik
