Chapter 24

• On a clock to get there in time, to their destination. Leslie is busy driving down a road on a highway, towards Las Vegas and listening to tiny dancer. They pass many abandoned houses, factories covered with bushes on the road. Maintaining the 45 speed limit, Highway patrol officers were famously known for stopping drivers that exceeded the speed limit, accompanied with the rigorous check of their driver's license and plate registration number. All this they were trying to avoid since they were flying under the radar, trying not to raise any suspicions. The element of surprise was their only advantage.
• Dylan sits in the passenger seat, his arm on the window will. He pondered on a thought. Turns and looks Leslie over. When she caught him staring. He turns to look away. Finally, he couldn't help but to ask, "You don't look frail, for someone who's about to die."
• "Well, a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do." Leslie said, smiling at this statement.