Gerritt drives until the headlights and streetlights start blurring together and he knows he has to pull in somewhere before he wrecks the pick-up. Once he's got the motel-room door locked, he kicks his boots off and lies down in his clothes; the adrenaline high that's got him this far's fading, and he's tired enough that he's starting not to care
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