Chapter 20
“Turn left in fifty feet,” the female GPS voice said.
As Bill switched on his turn signal, Riley felt oddly comforted by the voice. The sense that someone knew where they were going relieved her stomach-wrenching fear and dread just a little.
She’d tried figuring out the way with a map before they’d started driving. She was normally very good with maps, but her mind kept filling up with terrible images of April in captivity and Peterson taunting her with a propane torch. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t figure out a feasible route. Bill had insisted on using the GPS and now the friendly voice was taking care of things.
Soon after the turn, the SUV crossed a bridge over the river. They were well into the Northwest now.
“We’re getting close,” Bill said.
But close to wha
