He shook his head, flushing the thought out. Hawthorne Logistics handled upscale shipments all the time. Alvarez might be a bit shady, cornering tips and such, but not stupid enough to risk federal trouble. “It’s just nerves,” he muttered. “And too much truck-stop coffee.”
The road narrowed to a single lane through wooded hills. The rain came harder, battering the cab roof like gravel. The wipers struggled to keep up, each squeak louder than the last. Somewhere behind the noise, the engine hummed steadily. That was his only reassurance.