Gravel arcs from under the tires as Chad spins his car through one-eighty then screams through the gate. “Which way? Gotta be downhill surely?”
“Where would he take her further up the mountain?”
One hand crossing over the other, he spins the wheel around, taking s-bends at breakneck speed. “How far ahead of us will he be?”
“I… I don’t know. I was panicking. I couldn’t think about anything but Mom and the children. I’m not sure how long it took me to get out. I think he’s had time to get off the mountain and onto the main highways.”
“Just as well he took your mom’s car. At least we know what we’re following…” His words trail off, then, “f**k!”
Mom’s car.
Abandoned by the roadside, the driver’s door swings open.
Close by, fresh tire tracks lead downhill.
“Don"t stop,” I say.
“We don
