Late Night Drive

I said the biker bar. Truth be told I have absolutely no clue where Russel Myers would be, but I said the biker bar because it felt right. It must have felt right to Chad as well because that's where we are headed to. Either that or he's toying with us. All I know is that we've been driving all night. It is now 3 a.m.  My eyelids are so heavy. I want to sleep, but I can't. I don't trust this man. It's been hours, and he hasn't said a word. He just sits there and stares at me as if he's piering into my soul. I'm tired and frightened. However, I don't give in to either. Instead I sit up straight and I stare back.