It took over an hour, but at last, a dented Ford Taurus stopped for them. A woman in her forties with big messy hair waved them over with a silly grin. She smelled of booze and cigarettes. 'I'm going as far as Daley,' she announced. 'That suit you?'
Ava looked at Jack and he saw a flicker of hope on her face. 'That's clear across Washington State! From there we can take the Greyhound bus.'
'Take it where?' Jack asked as he slid into the back seat after her.
'I'll tell you later,' Ava replied. Then whispered, looking at the woman, 'Trust me. No one else.'
'I was supposed to drive on down to meet up with my husband this afternoon,' said the woman in a sixty-a-day voice, 'only a little party I threw got out of hand.' She cackled. 'You kids been partying too, huh?'
'You could say that,' Ava said wryly.
'Well, I'm gunning this engine all the way to make up lost time,' she said. To prove her point she floored the accelerator, and the tires screeched horribly as the car shot away.
