Chapter Eighteen
“I will never fly on a regular airline again,” Mel declared as she drove her Mini a bit too fast over the winding mountain road. “At least not without a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth. I’m officially spoiled. Now this.” She waved at the heavily forested slopes above and below them. “Every road through these mountains is amazing.”
“Even the interstate,” he replied, still focused on her laptop.
Mel knew Daniel had picked this particular route home to throw off any possible tail, although that seemed impossible given their mode of transport. Had what he’d seen on the plane meant the danger wasn’t really over?
She knew he had lied when he told her it was nothing important. For one brief moment on the plane, she had been overwhelmed by his confusion and despair. But w
