The drive was longer than anticipated, but thank goodness the freeways were wide open at two in the morning.
Alexa peered over at her passenger seat, nervously gripping the wheel. Her eyes strained in the dark at the small brown paper bag. Street lights flashing by. No movement, The bag sat horrifyingly still and dead silent. She breathed a short sigh and turned back to the road. Her exit was coming up. Well, sort of. She would have a way to walk but she was not about to jeopardize the...
