He did not like people jacking him around like that. It was an insult.

 

Donohue finished packing and drove off. Rogers followed.

 

Donohue pulled into the drive-through of a McDonald’s and bought some food.

 

Rogers had seen the man’s Pennsylvania license plates. Maybe he was headed home.

 

Donohue then made it easy for Rogers. Instead of pulling over and eating in the

parking lot of the Mickey D’s, he headed on down the road. About a mile or so

along he pulled off down a dirt road and into what looked to be an old picnic

area.

 

Rogers cut the lights on his ride and slowly followed the truck. It turned off

onto another dirt road and pulled to a stop.

 

Rogers didn’t make that turn. He would finish this on foot.

 

Donohue switched off his lights and then must have cracked his window, because

Rogers could hear music coming from the truck’s radio.

 

Rogers killed his engine and got quietly out of his car. He approached dead

center of the trailer so Donohue would not be able to glimpse him in the side

mirrors.