Chapter 12
There were long stretches of silence as they drove North. Annalise steered Patrick along the quickest route through Missoula and onto the right northward road. Patrick stopped the car three turns before the directions ended at “and you’re there”.
“We’re still a long way out, a few miles at least,” Annalise said.
“I don’t dare get any closer. I don’t know how many drivers this road regularly gets, and I don’t know how far out they have guards posted.”
She laughed, more out of nerves than humor. “You make it sound like a bad spy movie.”
“These guys are militant and violent. I’ve seen them in bullet proof vests with guards on the doors. They believe they’re in a spy movie, and they believe they’re the good guys.”
She blinked at him a few times. “Oh.”
“Stay in the car. I’ll b
