He managed to ditch the car that had been on his tail after he’d woke up from his pistol-whip nap. The driver had kept his face covered with a dark hat, but Bob had noticed that the car was sitting low on the road. He’d taken a detour on County 9, a road with more potholes than pavement, and watched in hi…
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