Chapter 39
It was mid-morning as Frank and Sarah headed out of the closed down industrial estate and onto the main Via Blanca coastal road. Soon, they were cruising along palm tree-lined fields with spectacular mountainous backdrops heading south. They had driven the Russian’s black MPV to the nearest town and then spent an hour or so looking for a car garage, where they swapped it for an older, less conspicuous Chevrolet. The garage owner was delighted with the deal.
Sarah leaned against the window as they continued on the coastal road south and watched a group of school children in bright white shirts running along the road, their satchels bumping behind them. There was an endless trail of destruction from the hurricane. Roofs ripped from their joists, and trees uprooted and thrown asi
