Chapter 119

“This isn’t your fault. De Vivar wanted more than was meant for him.”

I grunted and let the car roll forward, this time about twelve feet.

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The traffic had finally picked up—why was it drivers were fascinated by other drivers who pulled over to the side of the road to change a tire?—but by this time it was past eight, and I still had at least forty-five minutes before I got to my exit.

“The rest area is the next exit.” I gave her a quick glance. I’d long since tossed my Ray-Bans onto the dashboard. “Are you hungry?” I was. Being in the water always left me starved, and I hadn’t finished my hamburger. “There’s a restaurant there, too. We can have dinner, if you’d like?”

“I would like. Thank you.”

Mina sat up on her lap and woofed.