Chapter 10When I woke up the next morning, Phil had a jumble of maps laid out on his bed, along with his iPad.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I said, “Mornin'.”
He looked over at me. “This ain't gonna work,” he sighed heavily. “It doesn't match up.” He flicked his finger on one of the maps.
“What do you mean?”
“I was trying to map out our route…1915 George's route, to be more specific. The first letter says he made Pittsburgh, Beaver Falls, and then crossed into Ohio and made Salem and Alliance. I found an interactive map online that shows the original highway, but when I tried to match 1915G's route, based on his letters, it doesn't match up to the actual highway route. It's off here and there.
“If we're right and this reanimated trans-thing-a-ma-jiggy is taking the original highway
