Chapter 2The metallic crimson Mitsubishi Eclipse crept southeast through shady suburban streets, heading away from the bustle of Savannah International Airport and toward the relatively calmer city.
“Wouldn’t 95 have been faster?”
From under a mass of flaming red hair, Blythe Larson took her hazel eyes off the road. She cast Paige a comical look that not only said she questioned her friend’s sanity, but also detested passenger-seat drivers. “Too roundabout. And with all the construction at rush hour? No way in hell, babe. Besides, it’s been years since you’ve been home. I thought you might enjoy a bit of sightseeing.”
“I suppose,” said Paige, trying to relax, savoring the spanking breeze through the open car windows. With one hand, she held the end of her long blonde-streaked ponytail,
