My stomach growled, reminding me that we hadn’t eaten yet with everything that had happened that morning.
“Let’s get some breakfast and regroup, alright?”
“Fine,” she agreed, and we walked to the closest restaurant, which happened to be another McDonald’s.
We both ordered breakfast sandwiches and sat as far away from everyone else as we could, eating and planning the next leg of our trip. We’d been on the run for days at this point, and we’d seen nothing but small cities and even smaller towns. We’dfound nothing but average cars, nothing that would get me out of the deal. If I wanted out of my deal, I knew we needed to go somewhere big and flashy.
“Beverly Hills, Vegas, L.A., Miami, places like that are going to give us better options,” I said, sipping my coffee.
“OK. I’m down. Let’s go.” She took a big bite of her sandwich.
“I’m thinking L.A. would be easier because all the rich fucks are there. We can just start making our way south. When we get there, we can get set up, and once a plan is in place, I’ll reach out to arrange the deal.”
She nodded.
“Really, the only problem is that my phone is busted. I don’t know how to get a hold of him any other way.”
Her brows arched. “Looks like we’d better get that phone fixed then.”
I nodded. “Yeah, but let’s get out of town first. Marv’s got me on edge.”
“You? He sniffed my hair.” She pointed at her mess of blonde waves.
I snorted. “He’s probably sniffing his backseat now,” I joked, and she gagged.
“That’s so gross. Don’t even…”
I laughed again and went back to eating my breakfast.
After we finished eating, we hit the road, walking toward the edge of town and throwing out a thumb every time we heard a car approaching. We didn’t have to walk long before someone was pulling up beside us.
To our luck, it wasn’t an old guy who drove at the speed of smell or another creepy-maybe murderer.
It was a guy around our age. He played good music and drove at normal speed without asking us four hundred questions. He drove us as far as he was going, then we parted ways. We hitched another ride, and then another, and then another. By sunset,we’d managed to make it over one-hundred and fifty miles south of where we started our morning.
We found a cell phone repair shop and dropped my phone off for repair. After we were told it would be ready for pickup the following morning, we grabbed some food and rented a cheap motel room for the night.
“I really think he killed his brother,” Crash said, stealing my attention from my chicken sandwich.
I looked up at her with my brows drawn together. “Rent free, huh?”
“Probably for the rest of my life! Are you kidding me?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, that dude was pretty weird. I mean, who would risk jail time just for some mushrooms?”
“I’m so glad it was just mushrooms, though. I was expecting a severed hand or a bloody knife.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t think he was a killer. I thought if anything, he’d be a drug dealer. Dude was squirrely as fuck. Did you see how cashed out his eyes were?”
She tilted her head as she chewed her fry. “Did I see them? Yes, of course I saw them. Did you look at the guy after he sniffed my hair? Pretty sure he was hard.” Her cheeks flushed pink.
I laughed and shook my head in disgust. “Well, I’m sorry I asked you to let him do that.”
“You should be. I’m going to shower, and I’m going to scrub my hair until it’s falling out.” She shivered. “I’ll never feel clean again.”
“Here, maybe this will help you forget about it,” I said, pulling out the bottle of vodka that I grabbed from the gas station before we walked to the motel. I set the bottle on the table between us.
“I can not deal with life if I have a hangover tomorrow.”
