Chapter One Hundred and One- George Atwood- 23 yrs old

It didn’t take long for George to drive the vehicle over to the bar. He needed to be fast about this because the sun would rise soon. He hated being caught in the sun’s rays. They burned and made seeing very difficult. With the advent of sunglasses though, his eyed didn’t water as badly. Which made seeing easier and he could move faster.

There weren’t many cars in the parking lot at this time of day. He found someone stalking toward him from the bar. Which he’d not expected.

“You’re the driver?” He demanded to know. When George nodded, the old, balding barkeeper went on. “You’re early. Good on you. The boss will give you a bonus when I tell him about this. I’ll take the keys so you can be on your way. The sun will be up soon. Nobody wants to get caught in that.” George tossed him the keys and waved the man off before he returned to the hotel.

He didn’t get into the hotel any time too soon. George could feel the b