“She’s not that far ahead of us,” Caine said. “She’s probably going straight down the highway.” “If we run . . . ,” Sam said, though he felt too tired to last long running. “You go right ahead and run. I’ll take the bus,” Caine said. “Ah. Yeah, that would be better. Have you ever driven a bus?” Caine shook his head. “No, I have not.” “Strangely enough,” Sam said, remembering the long-ago moment of terror and competence that had earned him the nickname School Bus Sam, “I have.”
