Chapter 49: Next Stop Vegas

After that long ordeal, I head west to Las Vegas.  Not only have I always wanted to visit there, but I heard on the radio that there was a strange report stemming from there, of a woman with red hair who mysteriously killed a five-year-old.  “She does like her little children.” I murmur under my breath before pulling in the gas station to fill up.

I gaze into the rearview mirror before I climb out of the truck and sigh because I really need a shave and a shower.  Matter of fact, now that I think about it, I can’t remember the last time I have had one.  Surely, I must be smelling pretty rank about now. 

As I stroll up to the little station, I look up at the sign above the door and it says, “Marathon, get food and gas here.” I can’t help but to laugh at that before I enter and see an older woman in her 50’s, with dark brown hair and a really pale complexion, standing at the counter just reading a newspape