Chapter 1322
Allen Rivera glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Almost there."
Jane McCain heard this and had to suppress her impatience and continue waiting.
It’s hard not to wonder, in such a desolate place, what kind of restaurant could there be?
They drove forward for about half an hour more, arriving at a brightly lit section of road that was relatively lively. Many shops of varying heights lined the sides of the highway, mostly car repair services. Besides that, there were car washes, motels, convenience stores, and so on.
This spot was specifically set up to provide supplies and rest for long-distance drivers, showing just how far Allen Rivera had driven.
Jane McCain quietly checked the map on her phone.
If Clearwater City were compared to a square, then they had essentially driven from one corner of the city diagonally to the opposite corner, and even farther.
"Just to have a meal, do we really need to come this far?" Despite knowing his habit of seeking out restaurants everywhere, Jane McCain couldn’t help but mutter.