The trees flying by on both sides of the car thinned out as they got onto a paved road, replaced by regular wooden telephone poles suspending the power lines. Logan made several turns, navigating based on the information his special watch gave him, and then slowed to a stop along the gravel shoulder of the road as they neared an abandoned construction site. He stuck the selector in park but left the engine running, and buzzed down his window so he could crane his neck out.
“Is he nearby?” Kylie asked excitedly, feeling her heart beating faster in her chest.
“I'd bet just about anything his ship is in that construction site somewhere,” Logan said as he pulled his head and shoulders back inside the car. “It must be cloaked, otherwise I'm sure we'd see it.” He put a hand on his left breast,
