Chapter Fourteen
The old blue Chevy truck had over a hundred and twenty thousand miles on it but was well-maintained. Tasha was quickly comfortable with the feel of the vehicle as she headed south.
She drove for thirty minutes and entered a town with which she was familiar. She remembered that the last time she’d been here, a few years ago, a new library was under construction near the center of town. Heading there now, she parked the truck on the street and walked into the modern three-story structure.
Tasha found her way to the computers that were available for the public. Launching one of the more common mapping sites, she typed in the address provided in the envelope. The screen zoomed in on a large apartment complex on the outskirts of a town called Sawyer.
She printed off the dir
