Chapter 19
Sullivan had called Sheila in. When she arrived, “What are the roads like?” Sullivan asked.
“Awful, it is snowing steadily and the wind is picking up. Another six inches by evening.”
“Alright, I'm driving. Come with me,” he said pulling his coat and gloves on.”
“Where we going?” Sheila asked as a blast of cold air brushed through her hair.
Leaning into the wind, “We are heading out to where we found Ted. I can't reach Andy and that is where he is supposed to be.” He had to shout to be heard over the wind.
Once in the car and moving they slid to a stop at the roads edge, “I guess it is a bit slippery, as you warned. This is going to take some time getting there.”
There was very little traffic, but it still took over an hour. As they approached the lane leading to th
