Josh parked his Beemer in the garage. He grabbed his computer and a pack with some clothes, figured everything else could just wait for tomorrow. At this point he simply needed somewhere to collapse.
This morning he’d woken up six hours and a speeding ticket away in Spokane, after crossing the country in five remarkably long days behind the wheel—the Great Plains went on for b****y ever—without any tickets. Welcome to Washington. Some greeting.
He hadn’t driven across the whole country since a college road trip when he and two buddies had punched straight through from New York to San Francisco in just fourteen minutes under two days. It was Spring Break so they’d spent five days freezing their asses off on the fog-bound coast and then turned around and hammered back. Clancy had gotten th
