Chapter 6
“All right, it’s safe to sit up,” Mick said half an hour later. “Oh, and give me your phone.”
Wynn did, knowing why, and almost smiled when Mick rolled down his window and tossed it into the deep snow at the side of the road.
“That should keep him busy if he’s thinking about tracking you that way.” Mick pulled off the highway onto a side road and drove until they reached another road. Then he turned, heading back in the direction they’d come from. Several minutes later he made yet another turn, explaining, “If he finds the phone he’ll assume you got rid of it as you were leaving town heading north. The Peters live to the west.”
When they finally pulled up in front of the house, Wynn smiled. It was just what he’d expected, white clapboard with green wooden shutters and a brick
