Chapter 13

Except now he was stuck in traffic, damn it.He’d specifically stayed off the interstate—he knew how hectic it could be at rush hour, he watched the news, heard the traffic reports. Each morning hundreds of idiots who couldn’t drive rushed out to their cars and promptly snarled up all lanes of I-95 with bad merging and rubbernecking and just plain not paying any attention. There were usually a number of fender benders around town, and about once a week there was something huge, a rear-ending or side-swiping, or that one time a trash truck hit the jersey wall and left reeking garbage strewn across both the north- and southbound lanes for hours.