I Found Two Babies in a Cardboard Box on Route 66—Then Their Missing Mother’s Warning Named the Man Asking to Take Them Home
The ten-minute interval looked like planning because I knew what happened at the end of it.
Whoever had been on that shoulder did not have my view of the future.
“We shouldn’t call it an exact ten minutes,” Frank said.
“About ten, subject to the phone’s clock.”
“And we shouldn’t call it the total exposure time.”
“No.”
He leaned back.
“Good.
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