“Ever hear of a town in Utah named Hanksville?” he blurted out.
Her eyes narrowed at the odd question. The mild grin vanished from her face, and she shook her head no.
“I guess there’s no real reason you should have. It’s a tiny little town. A speck on the map. Some shithole in the middle of the desert, surrounded by miles and miles of dirt, rock, and scrub.”
Jessica’s face twisted tighter in confusion.
“Not many people live there. There’s only a few buildings along a highway. One diner. One gas station. A couple of rundown motels for travelers driving off the beaten path, coming to or from Lake Powell. Powell’s about an hour’s drive away from Hanksville.”
She now looked as if she was forcing herself to appear intrigued by Sean’s words. She clearly wanted to leave. “I take it you’ve been there?”
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