The icon for the Ford Expedition stayed on the shoulder of the highway. The distance between them grew, with the SUV’s icon moving toward the lower edge of his screen until it was off the map. Hicks was encouraged. Maybe Stephens had listened to reason after all. The left lane began to slow as the traffic in the center lane began to speed up. A narrow space next to him cleared, so Hicks decided to put the V12 to work. He checked his mirrors before signaling he was going to change lanes. He was almost in the center lane when a black Peterbilt truck seemingly came out of nowhere and slipped into the spot from the right lane. It wasn’t pulling a trailer, so it easily fit into the narrow space. Hicks cursed, aborted the move and steered back into his the slower left lane. His Buick might’ve been a big car with an even bigger engine under the hood, but the freight hauler was a hell of a lot bigger, even if it wasn’t pulling any cargo. Hicks noticed the center lane traffic was still moving well, but the black Peterbilt didn’t speed up to match the flow of traffic.
