Sheriff Biggs led them out of town for several miles. N8 carefully took mental notes to map their way to where they were going. He also kept an eye on the car’s pedometer, eliciting Cydney to remark, “Just past the three-mile mark. You keeping track?” she asked.
He gave her a quick smile. “Yeah.”
They crossed over a small bridge bearing a sign that read Beck Creek. Immediately past it, the sheriff’s car turned right onto a small dirt road. Cydney trailed after him.
Beck CreekThe dirt road was basically two tire tracks with an overgrowth of weeds in the center. N8 could hear the plants hitting the car’s undercarriage as they followed the sheriff’s vehicle. Potholes infested the way, forcing them to go slow to avoid damaging the wheel base.
“It’s beautiful out here,” K8 remarked. Everyon
