Aaron Darveau, June 24, 1983
Aaron was eager to get to New Orleans, and it showed as he left Miami. “You might want to obey the speed limits,” Jose recommended. “We don’t know how close Craig’s contacts are with the police. I’d prefer not to draw any attention to ourselves.”
“You’re right,” Aaron conceded. He released the pressure on the gas pedal until the speedometer needle sat at 58, three over the speed limit. “The only thing going for us is they think I’m driving a different car. At least, I hope they do.”
Jose sat up higher in his seat and threw an alarmed look...
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