Maryland

2018-GAP mistJack shouted, “let’s stop at the next place with some cover.” Hilda nodded and pointed to an abandoned gas station on the road running next to the bike trail. They pulled in and leaned their bikes against the columns holding up the roof.  Continue reading

Indianapolis

Jack ended the call, and slipped the phone back into its holder on his handlebars.

“Done. We have a room on the west bank of the White River, across from downtown.”

Hilda shoved their trash into the recycle bin. “Expensive?”

“More than the only hostel in town, but not much more. The main thing is that we don’t have to worry about where to stay, and the motel desk will be open.” Continue reading

Indiana

“C’mon, eat up. I want to get out of town this morning.” She looked down at Jack as he wolfed his oatmeal, and cleared her place.

“Jeez, Hilda, what’s the rush?”

“I want to be in deep in Indiana before Detective Hanson or his sidekick wish they could ask me something else.” Continue reading