Chapter
Seventeen
“This could be a trap, too,” Kristie said to
Jason twenty minutes later when they were back in her car, heading
toward Asheville again.
He shrugged and fiddled with a paper map he’d
picked up somewhere. “Could be, but I doubt it,” he answered. “That
was Will’s handwriting. I’ve had to decipher it often enough
before. And it would involve a pretty sophisticated and elaborate
setup.”
“What are you so worried about then? If you
fold that map again it’s likely to fall apart.”
The paper rattled as he put it in the pocket
beside the seat. His voice was muffled when he said, “I’m trying to
convince myself Meg is right about Will being alive.”
She took her eyes off the road long enough to
glance at him. He’d turned to look out the passenger side window,
so she co
