Alex
“How far is it to the city?” Gabe asked for the hundredth time in the last hour. They had been driving around for maybe thirty minutes, but Gabe was clearly starving.
“If you’d just use the GPS in the thing, you’d see.”
“Screw that,” he complained. “I’m not supporting that.”
Alex shook his head. There was a sign on the side of the highway. “Best Italian food this side of whatever.” He sighed, “One mile to the best food around. You sound?”
“Sound?” Gabe chided. “Sure. I’m sound.”
Alex was too exhausted to argue back. Eight years spent searching every square inch of Washington and now they were in Oregon. Truthfully, Alex hoped to get through this a bit faster, but just like Chicago all those years ago, that presence faded and disappeared into the abyss. Who kne
