“Yes,” Cat replied. “Dad said she left a little after seven, so even allowing for a couple of pit stops, she should get to San Antonio by around three or so. Which means we still have about six hours to kill before we hear anything.
“Great,” Rafe grumbled. Maybe they should have told Lorena to fly to San Antonio. Was there even an airport in Clovis, though? Flying wouldn’t save them any time if Lorena had to backtrack all the way to Albuquerque.
“Maybe we should go visit Louisa,” Cat suggested. When Rafe lifted an eyebrow at her, she went on, “You know, to give Oscar a break. I’m sure he’d appreciate it if we stopped by. And it would give us something to do rather than just sitting around here and waiting for Daniel to call. What he’s doing could take hours, or it could take days.”
God,
