Chapter Three
Tuesday, 11:00 a.m.
Tim kept his eyes on the highway, safely averted from the woman to his right. Bandit lay curled up in her lap, still shivering from her bath, but smelling much better. Sarah absently stroked the soft hair on the top of Bandit’s head and stared straight ahead. She looked like a lost doll with eyes too big for her face. She’d supposedly been gone, absent, missing for over twenty years and she didn’t crane her neck in curiosity once? It was almost like she was afraid to look outside.
“We should be there in about thirty minutes.”
“That’s fine.” Sarah closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the headrest. “Luke probably won’t be home yet, anyway. Hopefully, Alexa will be there. Maybe she can help us.”
“Alexa. The other time traveler?” He checked
