Chapter 193

ABIGAIL KEPT ONE HAND wrapped around the pistol deep within her bag and the other pressing the goggles harder over her eyes. The sand and wind combined to make the trek south one hell of a ride. Too bad the truck she'd hitched a ride on didn't have AC. Or windows. At least it had an engine and decent enough shocks. The pills had numbed the pain, but she could tell something wasn't right. Was it the fluid in her lung?

Once she got over the border, she could arrange for better transportation and a doctor. In two days' time she could meet with one of her old sources, someone more than likely with a finger in at least one pie that would help her.