CHAPTER SIXTY
Within fifty minutes Rachel had crossed the vineyards of Châtelard and the autoroute, climbed higher into the Haut along the rues of Chernex and Sonzier, and was now on the route that meandered toward his property. While walking the village streets, she had met the kind eyes of strangers and heard the soft melodies of simple life as people readied their suppers and evening entertainment.
Rachel had repeatedly looked over her shoulder, hesitated at intersections, and anticipated the flash of blue light or the sound of siren. When there’d been none, she’d run across the almost deserted roadways, slipped down alleys between chalets and shops, and walked through muddy pastures when a gravel road would have afforded a more direct course.
Heading deeper into the valley past Sonz
