“Your Jeep"s still here. Looks like Cholla wasn"t actually planning on ditching it.” Linda"s lips tickled my ear as we watched from behind a tall koa tree twenty yards away. For the fourth time in two minutes, she cursed and pushed hair from her eyes.
Strengthening southwest winds tousled hair and propelled dirt and grit into our faces as they careened around dwellings and nature. They were so intense, they nearly drowned out sirens in the distance. Clearly, someone had sighted and reported the burning Range Rover.
The shattered garage door hung in fragments, courtesy of our harried escape not an hour before. Diffused light was visible through side window blinds.
“You think they"d have left by now. What do you suppose they"re waiting for?” I asked, perplexed.
“For her to finish beratin
