Chapter 57
BordanecchiaThey made it to Bordanecchia in little over an hour, a distance covered faster than the advisable speeds on the internet. As Francesco zoomed in on the map to get better detail on the exact location of the phone, Tomaso slowed the truck and listened for instructions. Lucia backed off on her speed too, but seemed restless to cover more ground.
“Here,” then Francesco paused, and pointed, “no, turn left,” each word spoken with great concentration. They had departed the paved roads and were now winding down dirt trails that were only slightly rutted from automobile tires. The trees closed in on both sides of the truck and blocked the last rays of light from the setting sun. Everyone seemed to sense the same thing, that unless they found that phone soon, it would be too
