Thirteen Years Later, Two Blue Competition Badges Answered Every Question

Claire kept her eyes on the road.

By the time they crossed the county line the tank was under a quarter, and Arthur pulled off at the first station with a working pump.

Claire stood at the back of the car with her cardigan closed at the throat.

Inside, Eli and Owen were arguing over two bags of chips, their voices coming through the glass.

Arthur unfolded the printed email and held it up against the sky.

“Read the list,” he said.