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It was close to ten when they finally made it to the meeting spot. They’d decided to take Quinn’s car and buy a more spacious one on the way. It was time to go.
Charlie sat behind the wheel with Lennox on the passenger’s seat. They looked at Quinn and Aaron in the back.
“You guys look like sh—crap,” Lennox said for the second time. He was tired and not at all surprisingly excited as hell about what’d been going on that night.
“He’s right. Sleep, all three of you. I’ll drive until I can’t anymore and I’ll find us a motel.”
“North, then east,” Quinn said, trying to get comfortable. “The truck is coming from the east, from the 319, so better get out of the way.” He was drooping immediately. The ibuprofen Charlie had fed him as they changed cars started to take the edge off.
“Alrighty. Now sleep.”
They had pillows and blankets, and soon enough, Quinn fell asleep to the sound of the engine.