There were a few options he thought a quiet border involving a boat. But too exposed. Or two bridges one also small near the middle of
Michigan
the other south a bit
Detroit
. He'd never been to Detroit he thought, but at the same time risky, a big crossing.
Did they expect this thing at the little crossings? Or would he be flying under the radar.
He had a cop id on him. From his old job he was from Idaho, no one knew anyone in Idaho.
He was heading east on 69. "Nice" He said in his head.
He turned on the radio and Eminem came on.
"Hi my name is. What? My name is. Who? My name is. Chicka chick SLim Shady."
Detroit it is he thought and he pushed the car a bit faster. Speed limit was 70 but people were driving by him. So he cruised at 80.
In the distance he saw the golden arches. He'd stop there. Fuel up he thought.
