The phone rang at eleven forty-two that night.
Eric was lying awake on the pullout couch. He saw the name on the screen and was on his feet before the second ring.
"Dad." Tyler's voice was thin and shaking. "Dad, the truck died. There's steam coming out of the hood, and the temperature thing went all the way up, and I pulled over but now it won't start, and I'm on the 10 by Picacho Peak, and it's really dark, and there's no one…"
"Are you off the road? All the way off?"
"Yeah. I think. Yeah."
"Hazards on?"
"Yeah."