“I got nothing to do with any of this, but I don’t want them coming for me. I’m crawling in a hole and pulling the dirt over my head.”
“You know why they call them cell phones? ’Cause people who use them wind up in cells.”
The Jeep would eventually drive him crazy, he thought, as he headed north. The thing was rattling like a Brazilian maraca, tracking like an aluminum fishing boat. The steering wheel wasn’t adjustable and threatened to crush Lucas’s chest even without an accident.
“So you got two sets of maniacs chasing each other around the countryside.”
“That’s about it,” Lucas said. “In a nutshell, so to speak.”