Chantelle stopped the car and peered down the incline. Hadn’t taken her long to find the tire tracks or to spot the trolley at the side of the road. She put her foot to the pedal and sped away as fast as the country lane allowed, alert in case she spied Bobby, slowing as she approached the turnoff to the old dairy.
The building lay hidden by the trees, and not everyone knew of its existence. There was no reason for her to believe the building was where she should go, but she knew of Bobby below. His fear called to her. If he was there, Sam and Manning were too. Should she drive straight on? She might alert Manning, and she didn’t know the situation yet. Despite the longing to charge in, she manoeuvred the car back, easing off the road, hiding the vehicle amidst the foliage, and got out. S
