The stretch of highway unfurls before us and silence engulfs the cab. All that hangs in the air is a slight hum from the tires speeding over uneven concrete lanes, joined occasionally by the whoosh of a passing car. Their appearance is scattered, but each time we pass one she tightens her grip on the g*n. An hour goes by without change. Green exit signs pass us in the tens, maybe hundreds as I fight the exhaustion that threatens to overtake me, kept at bay until now by pure adrenaline. The clock on the dash reads 12:53. Barely two and a half hours since this insanity began.
“Where’re we going?” I lean forward and press my palms over my reddening eyes.
“Not sure.”
I resist giving an exasperated sigh. “What do you mean ‘not sure’? You’ve been driving this way for ages.”
“All I’m trying t
