Two hours earlier…
Scott
“This isn’t right,” Damien says.
I look at him in the rearview mirror. “What’s not right?”
“She stopped in Hastings, but now she’s heading back to the city, as far as I can tell.” He leans back to show me his phone. “I can’t believe they didn’t catch her when she stopped. Technical difficulties. God, these boondock towns…”
“You know Vermillion is a suburb of Hastings, right?” I remark dryly.
“I stand by what I said.” He turns to Tomás. “We need to head toward West St. Paul.”
I grab the oh-s**t bar as Tomás makes a one-eighty on two wheels, causing a lot of honking. Then we’re speeding away from Hastings on Highway 55.
“She’s on 494 West. Where on earth is she going?” Damien mutters.
“That’s not the highway I’d take to get back to the apartment, unless I was taking a……
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