Write about: the smuggler.
Tried to have a quieter day today and was mostly successful in that venture. Major accomplishment was getting into town this afternoon to get groceries with Max.
Don't have anything particularly ambitious planned for tomorrow. Might try to find time to start reading one of the books I got for Christmas.
You know, if I feel like going totally crazy.
He keeps the speed of the car steady - not speeding, but not too slow either. He passes a few cars, gets passed by a handful more. His goal is to get lost in the crowd, the anonymity of traffic.
He is not entirely certain that it is working.
It is possible that the blue sedan that keeps appearing in his rearview mirror could be harmless. Nothing to be concerned with. Perhaps the driver just happens to be the Average Joe that he is attempting to mimic (in which case, he's doing very well indeed). Or maybe it's just another smuggler, with similarly illicit cargo secreted about his vehicle.
He almost smiles at that thought.
Maybe he would have if he could forget, even for a moment, the five million dollars worth of cocaine he had personally stashed in every conceivable nook and cranny of his car. Or the man who is waiting for the delivery, still five hundred miles away.
Or that his daughter's life depends on his getting every last ounce to that man before midnight.