CHAPTER ELEVEN
Stuart hated these long drives with Alexa. When they ran out of work things to talk about, they’d settle into an awkward silence that would last for miles.
It was his fault, mostly. He shouldn’t have shown interest. She obviously thought it was inappropriate. Fine. Fair enough. But she didn’t have to act so weird around him.
At least they were getting into Window Rock, the capital of the Navajo Nation right next to the New Mexico state line. There they were going to meet some tribal policeman Alexa knew.
The terrain had grown hillier, with bare rock outcroppings rising above the grassy uplands dotted with trees. The wind had carved the rocks into weird formations. Some looked like waves on the sea. Others resembled animals, if you used your imagination. The differing lay
