"Can you please get that thing off of me? It’s disgusting" Stuart pleaded as Michael pulled Mr. Weatherly's dead corpse off Stuart's lap. It was a two-seater truck, but they'd been told by Gary the body couldn't be ditched in the road, or it'd alert whoever was watching the hotel that he was there.
Michael looked out the window trying to balance the body upright without having to look at it. It was disturbing and grotesque.
"Do you think this is actually going to work?" Michael asked. He held firmly onto Mr. Weatherly's collar as the truck took a looping right onto the freeway.
They continued on the deserted freeway. Stuart kept ten below the speed limit as instructed. Michael watched over his shoulder, waiting but saw nothing. They were six miles from their turnoff. He stayed watching, still nothing.
Suddenly he saw lights about a mile to their rear. The lights multiplied by three. They were being followed.
"They're coming," Michael stated.
Stuart lay his foot on the gas, climbing up past the limit.