“You’re the ghost trucker, that helps people.”
The driver glanced at his passenger. “You’re the hitchhiker, always seeking her murderer.”
There was a long silence in the big rig cab, then she slid closer.
“Are you lonely, too?”
His arm draped her shoulder. “Not now.”
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