Chapter 59

Terrell snickered. “You’re welcome.”

He adjusted his position in the seat and sat back. From behind a brand-new pair of aviator sunglasses, he squinted at the road ahead.

Dakota drove lethargically, one hand resting loosely in his lap with the other hooked around the bottom of the steering wheel. Most highways proved painfully boring, and they avoided back roads and really small towns so as not to make a lasting impression. Except, of course, for places with RV camps. They only stopped at peak times, when they wouldn’t be noticed or bothered. A stack of maps and guides for RV owners helped dictate the exact route of their journey.