CHAPTER 19
KENNEDY TOOK A DEEP breath. She could do it. Her job was easy. Just follow the tire tracks to the Glenn Highway and signal for help. She didn’t think about what she’d do if the roads were deserted. Maybe even impassable. God hadn’t spared them from Roger’s murderous rage and ensured Brandy’s safe delivery in order to desert them now.
Help would be there.
It had to be.
The tire tracks made an easy path through the snow. Kennedy was glad she didn’t have to wrestle her way through the two- or three-foot drifts. A few times, she came across a tree that had crashed along the path, but otherwise the woods appeared completely normal.
If you could call anything about watching the sun coming up at 10:45 in the morning normal.
She tried to remember how long they’d driven last night.
