He nodded and accelerated. The Valiant hesitated at first, then gradually picked up speed, its engine straining. Keeping the accelerator to the floor, Gary got the car up to ninety by Camp Mississquoi. He was biting his lips, trying to second guess the play in the steering wheel, but Donna didn’t notice. She stared out her window, unable to distinguish anything, as she and Gary hurtled down 105 in the dark to their room in The Phillips Motel.