CHAPTER
18
Things happened swiftly after that. Darcy moved her weather-beaten pickup out of the way, her whiplash having apparently vanished, and Burton walked back to his vehicle while Rod shoved the big gravel truck in gear. He roared by wearing an unpleasant smirk, leaving a thin trail of dust in his wake. As if on cue, a grey van, a battered, orange pickup and two ATV riders, having luckily missed the roadblock, rounded the corner and proceeded along the road. While Darcy and Linda went chicken hunting in the sagebrush, I hurried to catch Burton Carr before he could get away. Phone to his ear once again, he was already executing a U-turn as I sprinted towards his vehicle, shouting, “Mr. Carr, wait!”
Appearing distracted, he flicked me a startled look as I rushed up to his wind
