I reached out and turned off my cell once the car lot came into view. I hoped Mel had thought to track it since she seemed to know I was on the move because, if she hadn’t, I was as good as dead. It wouldn’t take Troutman long to figure out I had no money with me and there was little I could do to defend myself or Hannah in my physical condition.
I looked around. The junkyard I was passing was massive. It seemed to be a graveyard for state and county vehicles and old school buses in particular. Once by it, I continued on down the road, scanning both sides for a Baptist church. When I found it, I pulled into the lot and parked. I didn’t know if I should sit and wait in the vehicle or get out. No other cars were in view. The church was still and quiet. I opted to stay in the little SUV and
