Chapter TwentyJosey could see the bridge ahead. The dirt road seemed to narrow to less than the width of one car where it met the wooden planks that formed the bridge. Josey scoured her surroundings as she approached the bridge, but there were no signs of life. The sound made by her tires became a repetitive thumping as she started across the bridge. She grabbed the bag and opened her window. She took a deep breath and hurled the bag out of the window to the dry riverbed below. She checked her outside mirror. At first she saw nothing, then a figure broke from the trees and moved toward the bag on foot. Instinctively, she hit the gas to get as far away as possible when he got the bad news about the contents of the bag.
The dirt road was worse than ever, and as Josey accelerated, she hit he
