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I get out of the truck, leaving the door open and look around; nothing but fog, trees and empty road The closest house is about a half-ainst the road, acres of fields surrounding it I need to leave the truck soet back behind the wheel and call Mike

"God, I’ll be glad when this shit is over"

"Yeah, earning et from his house to this place I need to knohich direction he’ll drive down this road"

"What road?"

"The fking road I’ thing and zoo out to a map of the world "Jesus Christ!"

"Da Are you on the road that the trailer is on?"

"Yeah I’ you up on GPS also Just an update, lights are on in Ralph’s house, but no one has left yet The cops watching the house are leaving at seven"

"Going where?"

"Getting off shift They’re not watching him today"

"Fuck His cell still puts hihbor’s He’s in the area of the house, so yes"

"A siain, bitchy" He breathes loudly into the phone "Okay If he heads to the rental, and follows any type of nor there, he’ll take the quickest hich would have hi cohs, ridiculously chipper for being up all night "You ca up,Then I hit the brakes "How do you knohich direction I caer seeps through each word "How Do You Know Which Direction I Came From?"

"Just assumed"

"Bullshit You knohere I live?"

"Uh … yeah"

"Do you knoho I am?"

"Uh … yeah" In those tords he is able to communicate both wariness and pride