Chapter Thirty-Four
Jill sat on the top step by the driver’s seat with a flashlight and looked over the map that Taz had pushed into her hands. “The Polish border town of Terespol is three-hundred and fifty miles away, if we stay on this highway. Can we make it by morning?”
“At sixty miles an hour, yes. But we are not going to Terespol.”
“But it’s so close.”
“Yes. But to get there we have to go through the Russian border-city of Brest. It’s a big place... Lots of traffic. Surveillance. And many checkpoints. We would never get through. Look on the map; further south. Medyka. A small village on the Polish border and located on a secondary road.”
Jill rechecked the scale on the map. “That’s an extra two-hundred miles, Taz. We’ll never make it by sunrise.”
“Probably not. But at eighty mi
