I-95, between Richmond and Washington
At the same time
Rassavitch's eyes felt as though they were full of sand, and his back was telegraphing pain all the way down his leg, but he was thankful for the safe trip.
He forced his eyelids open a little wider to read the address the man had given him at the convenience store a few miles back, the last place on his primary instructions: I-95 to the Beltway, to Rock Creek Parkway to…
He rubbed the back of a hand across his face and bit his lip in hopes the pain would keep him awake.
He would complete this mission.