Daniel always assumed he knew what someone else was thinking. It was a quality that didn’t exactly endear him as traveling companion for Mason. As they drove for long stretches, Mason’s mind would drift and his expression waver between a scowl, a vacant glance, or a grin. Daniel would catch him in one expression or another and say Are you in a bad mood? Or, I think I know what’s on your mind.
It was a habit of Daniel’s that Mason noticed before they even passed one hundred miles. But by now they’d covered more than ten-times that distance, and Mason was at a breaking point. The car jostled as he drove on an uneven section of highway, and his expression momentarily tensed. Daniel noticed and said, “I can tell you’re a little peeved.” Mason tried to keep a stoic expression, but it wouldn’t hold. “There’s no reason to sneer at me,” said Daniel. “If you want I’ll take over the drive.” Mason kept his hands firmly on the wheel and assured Daniel that he was fine. “It’s really okay,” Daniel countered. “I can tell we’re hitting a little bit of a rough patch, both literally and metaphorically.” He considered literally tossing Daniel out of the car, but he needed him there to help split the gas money. This wasn’t the road trip he had expected. He noticed Daniel turned away from him and was starring out the window. A car pulled up beside them and kept pace with them for a few hundred feet. “Keep your eyes on the road,” said Daniel. “What? Why?” asked Mason, resisting every urge to look into the car next to them. “I think there’s someone being kidnapped in the car next to us.” Mason didn’t even have to ask how Daniel could tell.
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