CHAPTER EIGHT
Just as the cashier had said, Mia found the sun-faded sign for Phantom Bridge about two miles up the road. When she arrived there, the sun was just setting behind the distant mountains. From there, she could see the lush line of vegetation that surrounded the Rio Grande.
The area was barren, scattered with dust and creosote bushes, just as she’d remembered. It was flat, the earth so dry that it had deep fissures crisscrossing it. It was a good place to dump a body, she decided, because no one would want to visit this place.
But there had been people there. As she wandered into the desert, carefully keeping her eyes trained for rattlesnakes, she found an abandoned car, old and decayed to a rusty carcass. She remembered all of this, but it wasn’t any good to her.
She didn’t
