Chapter 226
When they got to the next truck stop, Micah pumped the gas. Despite the "no Smoking Signs", Katelina lit one of the dead woman's cigarettes. The nicotine coursed through her, but it didn't make things okay.
When the gas was pumped, Micah sent Loren in with the money, then leaned into the backseat and took his share of their "dinner". Katelina concentrated on her cigarette and watched the way the cherry bobbed in time to her trembling hands.
Micah cut his snack short and plopped back in the driver's seat. "What's your problem?"
"How about that you just fucking killed someone, and now you're drinking off of them in full view of everyone?"
"Nah, these windows are tinted so dark that I could stick my ass on them and no one would see it." She looked away and Micah turned serious. "Look, we needed money and we needed blood. I didn't see you volunteering to share either one."
"But you didn't have to kill her. Verchiel-"