I cooled my heels at a seedy bus terminal while I waited for my coach to arrive. At least I was lucky for once and I wouldn’t have to wait long. The next bus to Cleveland departed at 12:01 PM. Even though I detested the idea of being on a cramped bus all afternoon and evening, crutches and all, I couldn’t have timed my meanderings this morning any better.
Once we were on board and safely outside of the city limits of Chicago, I powered up and called my lawyer again. I couldn’t risk using my cell from a bus terminal just in case GPS was really that good and the Ohio authorities could figure out I was going Greyhound.
He got on the line, “Dana?”
“Joshua, I am so sorry!”
“Are you on your cell phone?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t say anything about where you are or what you’ve been up to. I do want to
