Chapter Eight
“So you’re going to do the exact same thing today?” Lisa asked. “How’s that figure?”
“It won’t be the exact same thing,” Ron answered from the back seat. “And it won’t be for as long, so don’t go wandering off.”
The light changed. Lisa hit the gas. It wasn’t as cold as it was yesterday, but snow was falling. So far it was only a thin sprinkling of flakes, but the weather report called for heavier snow in the evening with an accumulation of four to six inches by morning.
“I don’t see how this is supposed to work,” Lisa shook her head. “I was thinking that maybe you’d lure her to a spot where one of the teams can finally get her.”
“That would ruin everything,” Ron said. “I told you. She’s searching for her outlaw, whether she thinks of it that way or not. I have to do this
