CLARA'S POV
"It's a disposable. In case we need to call back here or Bigsby."
We headed out in Jordan's beefed-up Dodge Ram SRT-10 with Viper power and sped along at a rate that couldn't be safe. Even I had heard of the faster than fast truck. I buckled my seat belt and then gulped as Katherine followed suit.
"What do you think they'll do when they get our note?" I asked nervously.
"Come after us," came her tense reply.
"How mad do you think they'll be?"
"I don't think we should think about that."
I nodded. "I like that plan. No thinking."
"Plus," Katherine put her foot harder to the floor and dark trees illuminated by a half moon blended together outside, "we only have about an hour to think of a good plan."
I nodded. "We should get there about midnight, so unfortunately the truck stop won't be busy. Are you going to turn into a lion?" I asked.
