CHAPTER FOUR
Her destination was sixty miles to the northeast, a little ranch outside Bumble Bee that had been in her family for three generations. The person she needed to talk to would be there.
She knew he would be, because there was nowhere else for him to go.
State Route 74, a quiet two-lane road, skirted some low mountains and the recreation area of Lake Pleasant, which she couldn’t see from the road. That was fine by her. She’d rather see saguaros than boaters any day.
Unfortunately she had to get onto I-17 for the last stretch. More asphalt and billboards. She felt much more comfortable in the vast silence of the desert.
So did Drake. He was hiding out there somewhere, waiting to strike like a scorpion from under a rock.
Scorpions. Ugh.
She remembered the time when she and P
