Chapter 32
Sunday morning dawned warm and cloudy, leaving Bobby hoping the wipers on his newly purchased “gently used” sedan actually worked.
The little blue car seemed to be well-maintained otherwise. The fact that a perfectly nondescript but reliable vehicle had been on the lot waiting for him only added to his sense of getting closer to his goal.
He’d shed his comatose passengers along with their junker of a van—complete with an antiquated and expensive full tank of gas—deep in the woods about five miles outside of Hidden Springs. Turned out knowing where the extensive bicycle trails cut across the land came in handy.
By Bobby’s estimate, they should be waking up about now, confused about where he’d gone and where they were. Odds were high they’d eventually figure out their location
