“Call Dad. Tell him to be our beacon.”
“What if he can’t see us, though?” Josie asked. “The SUV is black. Even if we had the high beams on, how can we be sure he even sees us?”
Amanda drew quiet. Rebecca was about to suggest they should just park the car and wander down the coast, but she knew that was folly. Not only did they not really know how long of a walk that might be, but there was simply no place to pull over and park. This road was narrow, only two lanes, and any other space was taken up by people’s driveways. They could maybe pull into someone’s house and ask for directions, but it was almost the off-season. She’d noticed that when they’d driven by a sign in the village of Duck and there were messages about reduced trash clearing come next week.
“I have an idea,” Brian said.
