CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rylie’s hands tightened around the steering wheel and she leaned forward in her seat. The sun had already sunk behind the Bighorn mountains, making it more difficult to see. She flipped on her headlights and squinted as far as she could see. The road seemed to disappear into the forest up ahead. There were no lights, coming toward them.
“Are you sure the guy’s on this road?”
Brisbane wrapped his fingers around the door handle and braced himself. “I don’t know anything. He could’ve turned off and gone anywhere.”
“You said that the local police were in pursuit, right? Where are they?”
He snorted. “I’m not a psychic.” He grabbed his phone and punched in a call. “Hey. Lyons. Where are you?”
He put it on speaker just as Lyons croaked, “I’m on eighty-seven. Just got off the
