Chapter 6
As Beau had promised, he and Rick were up and moving early the following morning. He’d made his decision—they would continue moving east. As much as I’d like to go home, it’s not in the cards. Too many people know me and if word got back to Mercer’s people…He wondered who would take over, now that Mercer was dead, not that it mattered. Whoever it is, they’ll want to take me out of the picture, before the cops find me, to prove they are in charge—which isn’t happening if I can help it.
They got breakfast from a fast-food place at the edge of the city, eating it as they drove.
An hour or so later, Rick asked, “Are we going to be us, wherever we end up?”
“I won’t be using my real name,” Beau replied. “I don’t think it matters if you do. No one who would care knows you, or that y
