”
Sam looked from Rick to Marcus.
“You know him too?”
Rick’s eyes widened.
“I don’t know him, but I know the name. Man on the CB used to call himself Oak. Had a voice steady as a church bell. Helped drivers through bad stretches.”
Marcy set down her mug.
“Oak?” she said.
Marcus felt heat rise behind his eyes.
He had not heard that name in years.
Trina had given continue reading …
