Page 9 of Unrest
We were silent in the car as we traveled the dusty road. Remy chewed her nails and I bit my lip. I wasn’t sure how I’d been able to sleep that morning, because driving was tense. An electric feeling stretched between us in the car as we each stared out of the windows, watching the distance for any signs of movement or dust clouds that would signal vehicles. The longer we drove with no sign of anything, the more I felt my blood pressure rising. Periodically, I stared from the back window to be sure no one was following.
After an hour, Devon took a dirt road turnoff and the ride became bumpy for the next twenty minutes. They drove slower, so as not to kick up too much dirt. We were surrounded by low hills of brown on one side, and a plain of shrubbery and scrawny trees on the other.
“Slowing,” Tater said.
“We’re coming up on a town near the interstate.” Rylen had a map open on his lap.
Both vehicles slowed significantly as two small buildings came into sight. Both were nondescript, one-story box buildings, but one had gas pumps in front of it.
“Bingo,” Tater whispered.
Please, please, please,I silently begged.Let this work.
