Chapter 12

It seemed like forever to Daz, even if Romero pulled into the airport about five minutes later. After thanking the crusty old ground chief, Daz jumped into his SUV and tore off down the road to Highway 182. He had to slow down for Bayard and Santa Clara, a bit more for Silver City. The rest of the time he did his best to emulate Dale Earnhardt Jr. or Tony Stewart. He had too many miles to go, so he’d cover them as fast as he could. Earlier he’d been tired; now adrenaline fueled him with energy.

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