I debated for several seconds and then finally tore open the envelope. The contents read like something out of a spy movie. Cash, lots of cash actually, maybe thirty thousand dollars. Another gun, two passports, one for me, one for him. Ammunition, a knife, driver's licenses, and two cheap-looking pre-paid cellphones. I shook my head in astonishment. The trucker hadn't been kidding. This wasn't the kind of thing a normal person could arrange at all, let alone on less than forty-eight hours' notice. I stripped a couple of hundred-dollar bills off of the stack, slid everything but my set of fake IDs back into the envelope and went inside to pay for the gas. We made it back on the road without incident and I lasted for another three hours before I got so tired that I had to pull over. When I finally woke up the sun was rising again and Ash was awake and staring at me. "You'll live, I take it?" He nodded. "Looks like it. How long were you asleep for?" "I'm not sure, maybe seven hours." My stomach chose that moment to growl and Ash nodded again.
