Chapter 7
It was a long night. Brenda drove until the first pale orange pastels dusted the morning sky. They pulled into a roadside diner for bacon and eggs, and coffee—and for a much-needed toilet break. Then Michael took a turn at the wheel. He didn’t mind driving. He thought it might take his mind off the fact they were now fugitives and that at some point in the next couple of hours his disappearance was going to be noticed, along with the missing white van. Thinking off this, he made sure he drove at the maximum speed limit allowable.
Bevan sat beside him, resting his hand on Michael’s lap. Brenda was fast asleep in the back seat and Rosemary was staring dreamily out of the window at the passing countryside. He was reminded of his childhood when his father would drive them to whatev
