“Okay,” Luke turned from the bus window and looked at Amelia, who was reapplying the make-up that covered her bruises. “We got a spot of trouble. The dogs seem to have beaten us to town.”
Maybe he was paranoid and maybe he wasn’t. But there were too many guys hanging around, looking like they weren’t looking for someone. And one of them was the guy who’d approached them on the street just before they’d boarded the bus. He seemed to think he was being very discreet behind that newspaper. The guy would recognize him for sure and may already know he belonged to his truck abandoned at the cabin. He frowned, his mind racing. How to get Amelia safely to Dewey, who he hoped was out there waiting.
“We’ll have to get out separately. I’ll go first, try to draw them off you. Leave your jacket off,
