It took more than a few hours to get out of New York City and by the time they were free of the concrete jungle she had once called home, she knew they only had a little while before they were going to have to pull off to the side of the road or find a hotel that they could hole up in for the rest of the day.
The only thing that made her feel comfortable was the fact that their pursuers were going to have to pull off and wait as well. If they were lucky, maybe a few of them would burn up along the way.
There was something about leaving New York that made her feel sad and as she looked behind them at subdivisions that seemed endless and sprawling, she found herself getting into the same habits, time and time again, watching for anyone or anything that might be coming for them.
It was the
