For the first time that night, he wondered if he’d make it to morning. The storm outside felt heavier now, as if it knew what rode in his trailer. Every instinct screamed at him to drive faster and never look back.
His mind replayed every word Alvarez had said. Take this route. No other roads. It’s the easiest one. He’d been too tired to question it, and too stupidly grateful for the extra pay. Now it all sounded rehearsed and carefully chosen to make him a scapegoat.