“This is the kind of town where your belt buckle matters,” Fox said, sitting in the passenger seat and popping green grapes in her mouth, as the highway they’d been on turned into the main drag of some small town. They’d been driving all morning, four hours, if you included the bathroom and coffee stops, and were only a third of the way to their destination. “How much longer is it?”
Foal ignored her and pressed the button to eject the tape from the player and tossed in the backseat.
“Put something on.”
“Something with a beat.”