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“Pull up at the…”
It’s dark enough for Don to feel safe letting the fear that those words fill him with show. Internally, Coop curses, remembering the associations those words have to have for Don.
Remembering what that Bastard Fox did in Motel rooms, and dam it, Coop was going to suggest that they stopped, grabbed a couple of hours of Sleep only, but Don’s knuckles are almost white on the steering wheel.
“side of the road.” He finished. “Need a break from staring at this fucking map.”
The eagerness with which Don switches places with him, makes him almost wish Ian would take him up on his offer.