Chapter Seventeen
“We’ve got trouble back there,” Rebecca had her eyes on the Nova’s rear-view mirror.
Jilly turned and looked back between the seats. “Oh s**t!” The wind had picked up a cloud of dust and swirled it across the roadside field. A brown sedan was speeding toward them, closely followed by grandma’s red truck.
Jilly grabbed her phone but wasn’t quick enough to punch in the number. The sedan pulled alongside and a man pushed a revolver out the passenger side-window. He aimed it directly at Rebecca’s upturned face. Jilly slipped the phone back down between her thighs; she would wait for the next opportunity. The sedan sped past and pulled in front of the Nova to allow the truck to pull along side. It was the red crew cab and the backseat window was down. She saw the muzzle of
