He drives until late in the evening. They're somewhere in the Carolinas, having made damned good time. Kevin is one of those drivers who doesn't stop very often, when he has a destination in mind. But if she asked, he stopped. Why? Because he knows that not everyone travels like him.

"Wanna stop for the night?" He asks, taking her hand again. It's late, almost midnight. If she'd rather drive and push through, that's fine with him, but he needs rest.

At some point, he'd double checked the trunk and found their bags packed for more than a week. There'd even been a note from Josh for him to try not to be a stick in the mud. Only from Josh would he accept that. He'd also found the suppressor, tucked neatly into its ring box, taunting him.