“We need gas,” Xander says, slowing the car as we approach a lonely service station glowing like a neon island in the darkness. “Unless you want to push this car the last ten miles.” I peer at the small convenience store attached to the gas pumps. “Perfect. I need to pee so badly, I’m considering your empty coffee cup as an option.” He gives me a scandalized glance that makes me laugh. “What? I’ve been holding it for like forty minutes.” “You could have said something.” He pulls up to the pump. “And interrupt your serial killer origin story? I have manners.”
