CHAPTER 4
Thank God, people were reacting slowly. Traffic didn’t really get choked up until Bryce got to Amagansett. But instead of twenty minutes it was closer to forty by the time he made it to Bostwick’s.
Rebecca was standing by her Kia and opened the trunk as he pulled up.
“I wasn’t sure what to bring medically,” Rebecca said as he opened the back of the Ford hybrid SUV. “So, I pack ratted. Room?”
“Plenty,” Bryce said, starting to cross-load. “There’s rarely such a thing as too much ammunition, food, water or medical supplies. Just how much you can carry.”
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