Sam/G - In the Cab
Sam couldn't believe that he had a dog in the cab of a Mack, but G wouldn't leave the dog and the dog was just as bad, and if that simple thing made life a little better for G, then he wasn't going to complain.
His eyes kept moving between the mirror and the road, with the occasional glance in the sky. "I think it worked. If they think we went East, they'll assume that we're going through Queens and into the Bronx, going upstate or to Canada. It's what I'd think if I saw someone going that way. That was a good call from Savannah."
He looked at G. "How are you doing? And fine doesn't cut it. Do you need food?"