It began to rain lightly. Thurgood fell asleep. His head was bent at a bad angle, making his neck look broken. Reginald felt exhausted too. He wondered why Ronit was blowing up his phone when he’d expressly asked her not to call during the break. He peeked at Ladette for signs of suspicion. Her profile was inscrutable, regal. He drove distractedly until prompted by the navigator to take Exit 298.
