Just go, Rune thought. Give a polite wave, head out and take a left at the second light, find that Sunoco. Let me get on with my life.
The puppet-master thrust the head of the hunting-capped man out the car window again. “Sure you don’t want a ride?”
Definitely. “I’m fine.”
“Rusty says you’re at least three miles from your home.”
Rune winced. It was time to tell them the truth.