Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“I also saw the download timestamp.”
Gavin looked at the floor.
“One sentence to her.
That’s all.”
I shifted the box to my other hip.
The granola bar slid against the side.
“You want me to lie for you after you told me I should have kept driving.”
“I didn’t mean that.”