Four
Joshua Long got out of his truck and started for the inn. He glanced over at the car parked out in front and frowned. He had raced past that pull-off out on 101 and seen a car sitting there that resembled this one. He recalled thinking it had to have been a woman sitting there, her hair covering her face from the side as she looked at something in her lap. A map most likely, as she tried to get her bearings before continuing her trip. Most GPS systems didn’t work too well out here. He shook his head ruefully.
‘Wish I had known this is where she had been heading, I could have stopped and helped her out.' He muttered to himself. Then again, he had had to make a short side trip first, which was why he was so late getting home. He shook his head, walked around to the back door of the in
